I'm so sorry, Suzi.
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I'm so sorry, Suzi.
Instead of stress eating, I have stress shopped for crafting supplies. And I'm meeting a friend to watch Fantastic Beasts as a distraction (I've already seem it but wanted to get out of the house). I gathered up her meds and food bowl, brought themdownstairs and I couldn't decide what top do with them. Will deal when I get back home I guess. Or tomorrow.
Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry.
Suzi, I am so sorry.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
{{{Suzi}}}
TCG is off until after the New Year. So, I'm taking the opportunity to rest and relax as much as possible. Yesterday I cleaned out my inbox and made a few charitable donations, and today I'm catching up on my long neglected feedly so that I can start fresh for the new year. I need to sort through some meatspace mail and totally reorganize my books, but that would require actually moving.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
I'm off to take the girl to the vet. For a bath, largely, but also to ask them about her new thing, which is apparently refusing to go up stairs. It's like she gets up a few steps and then panics. I've wondered about her eyesight in the past but they never found anything wrong. Hoping it's just one of her temporary oddities.
(I actually fell down the stairs a week ago, and nearly landed on her. But this issue had already started before that. It's gotten worse though.)
I feel completely drained today. Glad I'm off work this week. I'm crafting because otherwise I'd be in bed trying to sleep the grief away.