Well heck. This morning Miss Kitty's front legs weren't quite doing what she wanted them to do. I hate this. She has gotten so thin. I try to offer her food throughout the day and she does eat, but she is so thin.

I did not need to say that twice, dang it.

So, in lighter news - it is so much fun hearing about people getting their shots of whiskey! Something frivolously fun to allowing, for at least a moment, one to forget the rest of life's current stressors.

ETA: Obviously I am not Englishing well today. Not even going to try to edit that sentence. Ugh.

Speaking of, I got my package last night, Suzi! Thank you so much!

I got mine too! Exactly what I needed - thank you, Suzi!

And I got mine too, yesterday!

You are a wonderful human being, SuziQ!

Love and scritches to Miss Kitty.

Y'all are wonderful human beings. I'm not sure how I would have made it through a few different times over the years without y'all to keep me sane.

Miss Kitty appreciates all the love and scritches. She is currently stretched out as long as she can possibly be and sound asleep. If she was ill and declining, I don't know if I'd feel as conflicted as I feel right now. It is just arthritis, but her control of her movements declines each day. The glucosamine and tramadol only do so much for her. And anything heavier would knock her out.

~MA for all the sad kitty news.

Laura- I wonder if Parker will come out of his she'll now that Penny is no longer sround. I know two separate instances in 2 cat houses where when the friendlier kitty died the other kitty suddenly became much more friendly because s/he was no longer under the iron rule of the other cst.

Today was appointment day for the Teacups. Eye doctor for me and pediatrician for ltc. And now TCG is using the rest of the day to rake leaves.

So work is.. hard but I knew it would be. I'm stressing because I don't think I'm understanding things but the problem is more, I think, that the manager is using jargon he understands but I'm taking it literally.

Also I suck at using the pallet jack when people are watching me.

So now I'm anxious I'll get fired. Or well they won't go further after the 60 days.

It also doesn't help the only other stocker is in his 20s and can move things around I can't and yesterday was singled out by the district manager because store leadership was praising him. I'm glad he is doing well but my inner critic is using that as proof I'm a loser.

On the other hand I've managed to handle several small anxiety attacks and even when I wanted to quit on the spot I didn't. I haven't said I have Asperger's but I think it might be a good idea to say "I tend to take things literally". Anyway tomorrow is a new day and a chance to improve

I have no more painkillers until Sunday. I hurt, a lot. Advil isn't doing anything. This will not be fun.