R.I.P Deliah

I guess I am wondering if it's bad when your computer sounds like a hamster on an exercise wheel. I think there might be one hiding in there, or maybe the computer just has a really bad cold. I hope it doesn't croak.

I have no motivation today.

Speaking of hamsters, I feel bad about something I did yesterday. Two weeks ago, Kiera's beloved hamster Delilah was found in her cage deceased. For those that know our sweet Kiera, you know that the world was ending on that day. She was hysterical, and inconsolable. Delilah live much longer than I had anticipated ( 8 months longer than poor Annabelle, who died after only 2 weeks. Words of wisdom; don’t wash little hamsters with dawn dishwashing detergent.... )

Kiera had a proper hamster funeral in our " Pet Cemetery" on the south side of the backyard. Yesterday I was in the backyard-playing ball with the kids, when I noticed a little white box above the ground. I recognized it, and hastily picked it up before Kiera saw it. Poor, poor Deliah. She had been dug up out of her VERY shallow grave by a raccoon or other varmint. I hid the box behind my back and walked sideways to the gate. Kiera called out " Hi Mon, whacha doing?" " Um, Checking dinner, could you watch the little ones?" YIKES! I threw the poor little beast in the garbage can. Darn. Kiera is so tender-hearted about animals that I hope she she never finds out.