All the fliers Zeke put up yesterday are gone, and I am more determined than ever that this will not go unnoticed by management. The letters to anybody who can do any good went out yesterday, and when I go to do the laundry in the morning, I will slip one under the manager’s door so that he knows what his stellar renters are doing to those lesser.
The stupidity of this woman (evidently, it was agreed that she would be the one voted in) is beyond description. She doesn’t like competition and is a sore loser. I’ve seen her in action before and she is really a piece of work. She needs to have her meds changed.
Zeke came in armed with another bunch of fliers and they will be gone before the morning is too far in advance.
What a to-do!
We found Jake in Elen’s bed. It feels like he has a fever, but he may just be really warm from being under blankets. I don’t see any injuries, and he’s not limping. I suppose it could be his teeth.
If he’s not better in a few days, we can get a vet appointment ... like we’ve nothing else to do ...