I am trying hard to fight depression. I seem to be falling farther and farther behind and things are piling up. The house doesn't look a thing like the house I left a week or so ago. I have pulled things apart, while at the same time trying to continue with regular life, and I just can't keep up. I wouldn't be in such despair, except that everyone keeps finding fleas. #2 has bites all over him. I just want to leave or burn down the house or shoot the dog; I don't know. The heat isn't helping things either. I don't want to close up the house and turn on the ac because there is so much poison in the house right now, but it is getting unbearably hot in here. And all of this in the middle of OCTOBER!