Jones and I are refugees in Cottage Grove for the duration of the bathroom remodel. I don’t mind a week of sponge baths at the kitchen sink and persistent drifts of drywall bits in every corner. But the funky remodel that occurred before I ever lived in my house means that the entire plumbing system has to be rerouted. At least as concerns the bathroom. So I don’t even have toilets. It helps that I finally filled a plastic bag with my running stuff and brought it down here. I know I say this kind of thing all the time here at WTD, but take my advice: When your feng shui is hopelessly muddled and you forgot to bring enough underpants for the week, take a run with your dog along the railroad tracks and by the sewage-treatment plant to the path that leads to the golf course. You’ll feel a lot better.
Cat poop consumed: no
