Yesterday was no good. We discovered that Trixie had been burgled. This is the second time she's been broken into; the Svan's been broken into once (my green coat was stolen) -- and another time, I discovered a stolen vehicle abandoned at the top of the hill. Stoopid burglars. >:-(

And then, to my horror, I smashed one of the two interconnecting oil lamps that were my big gift for being best man at my brother's wedding. Aaaa! ...What does it mean?

All this, after G being ill and downtrodden by iCal problems the previous night. And me depressed on Monday. Meh. This week is just turning out to be crap.

Well, I tried to make good use of time while we were waiting for the cops to come (so we could file a report). I did a bunch of work on the studio over the course of the day: moved out a futon (leftover from mom & bro being up here for dad's memorial service); set up a dedicated writing desk and got a lamp; brought over a book shelf for the closet and set up a new box-system for art supplies; got brackets, a dowel, and hangers, and made the studio's hall closet finally usable.

While I was out, picked up some things to replace what was stolen. Got a new flashlight and first-aid kit; the portable jump-starter I wanted (that I gave G for xmas) was out of stock.

We were in need of comfort food... So Pizza Hut took care of us. (Thanks for treating me, G!)

Back home, after more work in the studio, we watched the final episode of Angel season 4 and had homemade cherry pie.

Pie heals all wounds.