Hey, all.
So sorry, Lisah, about your doggy.
You know, O-A, next week is the last class of the semester, and I still don't have keys to my classroom, or a voicemail set up.
The joys of adjuncting, I suppose. There are compensations.
Whew, I got a lot done today, and I am beat.
{{{{lisah}}}}} so sorry for your loss.
{{{{lisah}}}} I am so sorry.
You know, O-A, next week is the last class of the semester, and I still don't have keys to my classroom, or a voicemail set up.
Yikes! I got my voicemail working today too. Although the text for the phone still has Rebecca, the previous office occupant.
Oh {{{lisah}}}. I'm so sorry.
And also, {{Steph}}.
{{{{lisah}}}}
Fay - so glad to hear you have alternate housing in a safer area, here's hoping it can be just a fallback for the Cat Daniel, since we all know how much they loooove being carted across town.
I somehow managed to sprain my neck over the weekend whilst deconstructing part of my carport. I went to the chiro today who, in a valiant effort to calm down the spasming, created a large bruise on my neck, just below my right ear, that totally looks like a huuuuuuge hickey. But hurts far more.
{{lisah}} Frank had a good, long life with a loving family.
((((lisah))))
Good luck with your dalmatian, Steph.
Max goes in for an MRI and (no pun intended) CAT scan tomorrow. He's been doing better, with increased appetite and, from time to time, acting like his old self.
"Cat in an MRI machine" sounds like a recipe for terror.
Heavy sedation for everyone involved, methinks.
Definitely for Max. He's relatively mellow, as cats go, but that's a pretty low bar.