Hello, Endre! I can go with "okay." I sent my husband away yesterday via Greyhound bus to spend a week with his family in the north of the state so that he can also look at property up there. I say "sent away," but... I really, really hate doing so. It's actually the first time I've put him on a bus without it being the end result of lengthy arguments, and I hate being home without him. So. Blech. Friday, I "get" to put the roommate that came with us from Montana on a bus to go back to Montana. (Depressing, but temporary; he wants to go back and work full-time, as work here as been sporadic at best, save money, and be away from the unnecessary drama of the other housemates.

Still trying to get rid of the fleas that our cats have somehow acquired, which is making me crazy. They're not all in the furniture (the cats are, unfortunately, confined to our bedroom due to idiot housemates), but one of the cats is allergic and so far, the surface treatment, combing, and baths have yet to work. (We've vacuumed, cleaned, done copious amounts of laundry, washed, and treated, until I want to scream.)

Other than those things... I'm pretty good. I've decided that today, aside from general bleh-ness, I will be playing some computer games and watching Sherlock* (again). Tomorrow will be more cleaning and actual work, as will Thursday. At least by then, my father-in-law will be home from his short trip to visit his daughter and see his grandson for the first time.

* And documentaries about, and possibly digging out the stories for the millionth time. Sherlock Holmes is one creation that I have been greatly attached to since the first time I discovered him in my grandparents' books, roundabout age 8 o 9. There is no such thing as too much Sherlock Holmes. XD