The gerbils died last week. Well, one of them did. The other one became "sad" and "stopped eating and drinking" and died the same day. Amazing how attached they become to one another, huh? That's my story, anyway. [Truth section: yes one genuinely died and they are known to be very social creatures which cannot survive long alone. Quick death is better than a slow, dwindling one, IMO.]
Dogs are all great. Toby (the newest one, the non-Golden, black, smaller one) has reached his adult size. He weighs approximately 30 pounds. He is an indoor/outdoor dog (as he pleases) and we all love him.
These things are mostly unchanged at this time: work, weight, depression, finances, ad nauseum, ad infinitum. (I probably used those incorrectly.)
Gotta go for now. It's math homework time. More on this later. Really. I promise.