The week in review . . .

Hanna did fine with her chemo, and as usual, charmed the chemo doctor and her staff. The doctor called her "the dog who smiles". We're going to cut back to chemo every other week, and hopefully, she will continue to thrive.

She's still ravenously hungry from the steroids, and I try to fill her up with vegetables. Oddly enough, this is the same strategy they use at Jenny Craig - they call it "volumizing". Hanna and I call it bullshit. Hanna eats her broccoli raw; for me, it's steamed.

I'm sick to my stomach over the Angels nose dive in the face of playing a series against the Red Sox.

I have rodents visiting again out on my deck in amongst the overgrown plants and dropped bird seed. While I can hear it or them out on the deck while we're all in bed, the great yellow hunter and the great red and white hunter don't seem to think it's worth investigating. I get up from bed, turn on the light and walk outside to chase them off . . . alone. So the electric rat trap and mouse bait are in play again around the house.

I'm off for a long walk to hopefully improve on my .2 lb. (!) weight loss from last week, though according to their (Jenny Craig's) measurements, I've lost 4.5 inches in the last month.

How was your week?