I've been hanging with the "Black Dog" as depression is called. Don't ask me why because I have no idea. It just happened. I got depressed. I folded inward, withdrew from everything and everyone and it only lasted a week. No big deal. I dealt with it and it didn't win in the long run. So that means I'm back, yay.
While I was "out", the mama spider in our courtyard kicked the bucket. Yeah, she died. The one next to David's tool shed is still going strong. David keeps checking on her every morning to see if she's alive. Also, he bought an animal trap to catch the cats in the neighborhood in order to get them fixed and get them their shots. We found a vet that will do it for free because he knows we can't pay for all of them but we want to curb the cat population problem.