Aw Zen, I totally understand how that feels. As loved as he is, Bartleby has suffered on occasion from choices I have made. And what you say is true, we just can't know sometimes and, in truth, it really doesn't matter. Managing the problem is all you can do. As important though, is forgiving yourself for doing the best you could in any given moment.

Bartleby will never get another big, raw bone after having the last one really, really aggravate his chronic condition. I SHOULD have known better, but I didn't think. And, on my birthday, I actually let him have a cooked beef bone. He had it down his gullet long before I facepalmed over what a stupid choice that was. Who doesn't know how dangerous cooked bones are? In the end, that particular bone didn't hurt him at all.

So, it seems you never really can tell.

You are a loving pet person and Leo is lucky to have you.

~ma, Zen.

Job~ma, Hil.

Woke up too late to really do anything before going to my parents, feh. And my coffee grinder seems to have died! It's only a couple of years old and was a gift from my parents, which means it probably wasn't cheap. Double feh.

You are a loving pet person and Leo is lucky to have you.

This, Zen. After all, you were alert enough to notice he was acting out of character and rather than blow it off, you went ahead and acted on your instincts. Leo's lucky to have you.

Oh, I'm going to hell.

I saw the next tweet: Why won't Israel allow Gazans to import coriander? [link] and only thought: "because coriander is evil?".

Long day. I deflowered on microfilm today (took the front page of the newspaper I did my field work on 20 years back (on leaps of 5 years), to analyze visual text/commercial/photography percent of usage of the page), and my mom told me on tonight the accounting people in her work did yet another grave mistake in calculating her salary, and she only got 60% of what she deserved. It's not the first time it happens. She took it to the heart, and she threatened resigning if it shall happen again (every time that happens, she spends hours in meeting and calls and not working to get the salary - which is ridic, btw). If you could send some get a clue!~ma to her employers, that would be great.

we're going to make a weekend of it and stay downtown. I want to park the car and walk or use public transportation (if something runs that late on a Sunday night) and it seems the closest decent hotel to Keller is one called Hotel Modera. Do you know anything about it?

I'll be honest, I don't know the hotel at all.

Our TriMet trip planner should be able to help you with the awesome public transport.

We stayed at the Hotel Modera. Very convenient location. The downside was that the A/C in our room was broken, which we didn't realize until that night when we were trying to go to sleep. The guy at the desk was not particularly apologetic.

Also, it's valet parking, which came as a surprise to my husband.

The r Renaissance I stayed at in Phoenix, the valet parking was cheaper than the self-park. Weird.

In continuing awesomeness, I left my dome light on and drained the battery. Neighbor coming to give a jump. Arrgh.

Car jumped. Yay for nice neighbors! Off to parents' house.

Have visited Leo. He's alert, reasonably calm, cranky, tired, annoyed with the IV in his arm, *really* sick of people touching his butt, and would like to come home now please. So, he's doing well. He does definitely have a urinary tract infection, which I'm told is common amongst his people, and he's getting antibiotics for that. Don't know for how long. They're keeping him at least until tomorrow. I have an appointment with an internal medicine specialist tomorrow morning to talk about the possible pancreatitis.

Percy is acting even more the needy whiney emo kitty than usual. He probably is unhappy with the lack of Leo in the house. I'm calmer now that I've seen and petted the Leo and got him to purr for me. Whatever this turns out to be, I'll handle it. I need my kitty boy home and well.

Thanks for the good words and thoughts, y'all.