Oh, askye, how heart-breaking. Fuck cancer, sideways with a rusty chainsaw.

Trudy, I'm glad that the foot surgery will be easier than previously thought.

As I finished up the inspection, he licked my face and relaxed. In that moment, it struck me how fortunate I am to love anything so much. When I was young...the angriest dog in the Universe...just trying to figure out how to be me, I would never have guessed that my heart could be so open.

Repeating this just because it was so lovely.

So I made my supervisor giggle today. One of the individuals that live there came home from work with a garbage bag full of soiled clothing, causing a flurry of scrubbing, laundering, showering, and bleaching the heck out of the areas surrounding where those tasks had been performed out of fear of splashes. After it was all over, I looked at her and deadpanned, "What a crappy day."

Oh, askye, how devestating.

Yes. I feel like Vet#1 was pushing a ton of (really expensive) tests. I do think he'll probably need more tests to understand what the mass in his lung is, but I really need to talk to someone first so I can understand the situation a bit better.

I actually swapped doctors at my vet for Kittenish at least. Both are very good and very competent. But one is more tests and hard numbers and the other will put more faith in my observations. And because I work from home, I can observe a lot. So that works for me. Where sometimes the numbers aren't showing the whole truth, just a snapshot. Once I made the decision to switch (switch back actually as the "new" doctor is her original doctor but she had her own medical issues and was out for months a few years ago), I felt better. You need to be comfortable.

Ativan is kicking in and I'm actually getting tired.

Sweet sainted Ativan, friend of friends, perscription of my heart. Bless you.

Sweet dreams, Trudes.

I am waiting to board my flight to DC. Woo! Outta here. Already remembering why I don't like closed shoes. Boo. Toes wanna be free.

Trudy and Laura, may your trips (metaphysical or otherwise) be peaceful and pleasant.

askye, I am so sorry. How awful.

WindSparrow, glad you were able to laugh at that. You kind of have to, I think.

Safe travels, Laura. Have fun!

Hope you slept well, Trudy.

Man, I crashed at 9:30 last night and was so sound asleep by ten that B called and it didn't wake me. He didn't leave a message. NOLA drunk dial, I'm thinking.

So much to do today, omg.

Morning, WindSparrow! I am ridic cheery this morning. So not like me.

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Whew.

Godspeed, so to speak, guys.

Thus weekend's been at the business end of parenting. Ryan spent most of it with a 103 degree fever, poor little boo. Such a relief when it finally broke. He was still very good-natured for the most part (except when trying to give him the medicine, and he was still at least not drastically uncooperative), and very affectionate. He has received many cuddles, this boy.

Wallybee's parents will be back in two weeks' time. I know my sweetie is looking forward to it very much. (I hope it doesn't take long for Ryan to warm up to them again, he's developed a very cautious streak around strangers.)

I am also in the airport, Laura! But my flight connecting to the Peru flight has just been delayed an hour. Grr. And eek.