The Radioactive Insanity That Is My Living Room

The main difficulty in my life today is the anxiety-induced insanity that caused me to scatter kitty litter on the snow on Thursday, heaven forbid my delicate children should slip on their way in to Thanksgiving dinner. The litter melted into the radioactive gray clay that is its true nature, to be tracked into my house every few hours by the pups: now I live like the Swamp Thing. But I clump.