Life goes on
The recap:
My knee shots are finished, and now my knee has resumed a warning clicking. I wonder if it might be that with more fluid in there, the flappy cartilage can now swim about at liberty?

What with the lack of exercise (lazily, I allowed "knee shots" to serve as an excuse for slacking on all kinds of things) I've gained enough flab that I no longer fit into most of my winter clothes.

Which makes me angry, afraid and depressed.

I did a gruelling, fast-paced, high-rep circuit workout last night, and a run this morning, and now I hurt.

In other news, the bathroom has half a hardwood floor, and the top half of walls painted a pleasant cream. (The bottom half will have tongue-and-groove wainscoting, and is at present still sporting a rustic look of framing and furring.)

The dog may soon become an illegal dog, depending on how Ontario's pit bull ban plays out. Bryant is a jackhat. He has refused to speak, apparently, to any of the recognised experts (the Ontario Veterinary Association, safety councils, the Canadian Kennel Club and others) and is allowing sensationalist media idiocy to press through the ban. Despite evidence from places that already have bans (Britain, Winnipeg) that they are 1) unenforceable, and 2) just make the kind of idiots who have and breed uncontrollable, aggressive "pit bull" crosses move on to other sorts of fighting dogs (Winnipeg saw a big increase in Rottweiler attacks after their ban).

Blah. I can't rant about this any more. We rant about it daily, chez Compass; A. is furious. The thing is, poor little Onyx isn't even related, much, to the big American Staffs and bull terriers who are generally crossed with other big gnarly things to create yer average drug-dealer's ideal "pit bull". British Staffordshires fought 200 years ago, sure -- but so did lots of other dogs which aren't being banned. And since then, they've been bred as pets -- just like loads of other terrier and bull-terrier sorts of dogs, which are not being banned.

And in any case, regardless of that, there's no reason to ban any breed. What's needed is tighter policing of owners. A nasty person can turn any dog nasty.

Why, oh why, when I break with over three decades of devoted cat ownership, do I need to pick some cute little fellow with tough-guy relations and a bad media rap to fall in love with?

Next week, I'm off to my childhood dentist to finish off the root-canal saga with a nice filling.

And I think I need to get A. this for his upcoming birthday. Go, check it out! Could anything be more marvellous or more necessary? Brilliant!