I should know better than to read comments on the articles about Baltimore. (I never really lived there to think of it as "my city," but I spent a decent amount of time there while I was living in DC -- one summer working at Johns Hopkins, a couple times I went there to see a baseball game or a concert or something, and then one semester where a friend and I went up about once a week for trapeze lessons, before my physical therapist told me to stop.)

Man. We got home tonight from Vermont -- our flight was on time and an easy flight. We got back to the house about 8 p.m. Within an hour, the old kitty started sneezing blood again like she did months ago -- LOTS of blood. And then she started throwing up blood.

I'm exhausted like you would not believe, and I have a LOT of work to do tomorrow. Tim took tomorrow off. So he packed the kitty up in the carrier and took her off to the 24-hour emergency vet. Throwing up blood isn't a great sign.

I told him that if something is really bad and the best choice is to put her to sleep, he didn't need to call me to let me know; just do it. And I feel really badly that I'm not there with him. Before they left I thanked the kitty for being a good kitty, and for waiting until we got back (both for waiting to start the Dexter routine, because that would have been ridiculous for the petsitter to deal with, AND waiting for me to say goodbye to her, if that's what this is).

So I unpacked and now I'm watching CA:TWS for something comforting until I fall asleep.

Yeah, Hil, don't do that.

My manicure served a purpose. A neighbor invited me over for drinks, I declined. I adore him, but right now I need to be without feedback that I can turn off and also, he's drama. So just got a call from him about closing blinds and all sorts of alarmist bullshit, and I'm like NO! I'm not putting my trash out simply because I don't think there will be pickup and it'll fester less inside, but beyond that, I'm alert, but not unduly alarmed.

I refuse to sink into usthemism.

Aw, Tep.

It might be the same thing it was before (we've taken her to the vet twice for bloody sneezing -- one in September, and once in February -- and the diagnosis was the same each time: allergic rhinitis causing an irritation, which was treated with a shot of steroid and a shot of antibiotic, which fixed it right up). So it might be treated the same way, and be fine. Except the throwing up worries me.

And dang, I am SO tired.

When your county white boss friends the Baltimore city police page in all of this, yeah, um. Time to cull your lists.

Oh dear.

I'm just waiting for one of my stupid relatives to wonder why I'm posting so much about Baltimore, but it's one of my favorite characters...I don't want bad things to happen to it. Wishing I could be like Xander and heal it with the power of my love. End of the world, where else would I wanna be? Although Simon used to say he thought the end of the world would sound like an exhausted police dispatcher asking for a 10-20 on that mushroom cloud, but it was still the 80s when he wrote that. Your boss is...kind of an asshole, sara.

Yeah, starting with unfollow. Because maybe if I do share enough, I'll educate. But I'm moderated on fb.

By the way, although I agree with the sentiment, that was a quote.Jimmy McNulty and Bunk, for some reason I don't remember, have to go to some small town that Jimmy considers in kind of the shitkicker hinterlands, so to make the locals comfortable, he acts like a mega-racist. Only of course, the guy they're there to see has a black wife and thinks Jimmy is the WORST, ever. He takes Bunk aside and says "Your partner is kind of asshole." Bunk agrees, though mostly not for that reason.