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Why isn't ugh a mood? It should be. That's how I feel today. Spent the weekend trying to catch up on things and made very little progress -- got a bit more done in the garden, but not nearly enough, washed the windows, which makes everything look a lot nicer, but that was about all. Crazy French Clients sent me work over the weekend and we had a conference call, which was unexpected. The work is coming to a close, but this week will be pretty busy as they get ready to put it online and open the exhibit at the Corcoran.
I had to take the sweet darling little boy to the vet today and leave him. They didn't have any openings, so they will try to see him in between other appts. today at some point. The lower half of his face is totally swollen -- he looks like a frog, or maybe one of those lizards with the bellows beneath their chins. I can't see any sign of a sting or anything in his mouth, but it's really difficult to get a good look at his little teefs -- it seems to be the one thing I cannot do to him without him fighting up a storm. I don't know if he got stung by a yellowjacket or something, since he loves to chase bugs, or possible hurt himself some other way. He is eating and even though his kibbles were hard for him to chew, he still went after them, and I wouldn't have known anything was wrong except he'd been acting very shy and skittish, which he normally never is, so I went over to pet him and saw how swollen his neck was. Poor little dude. He's so sweet and tender, I just hate anything happening to him.
I like being a homebody, but I don't like it being sort of... forced on me, you know? It's depressing when people make plans right in front of you, but don't invite you and then talk about it later; it's depressing when you clear your calendar for an evening or day with someone, and they completely forget about you and stand you up. I need to figure out a way to meet some new people, make some new friends, or something. People who actually want to be around me or enjoy my company. It's my responsibility, it's just hard to figure out a way to meet people that doesn't necessarily involve expensive socializing out somewhere (just when I thought I was getting ahead again in money, trips to the vet ensue). It's like, homebodies aren't going to go out somewhere! And even though gas is so expensive, I should get my membership up to date at the gym across Lake Washington and make a pact that I will go there once a week to swim or something.
If you have pets and the shedding gets you down, allow me to shill for a product -- the Furminator comb. I would see the videos all the time at the pet store, and think it couldn't be that amazing, but it really is. This thing pulls out tons of undercoat fur, the stuff that sticks to your clothes most often. I can't get Olive to sit still for it enough, as she's the propulsive shedder in the house, but the few licks I can get in, fistfuls of fur come out. They're pretty expensive, but worth every penny.
I had to take the sweet darling little boy to the vet today and leave him. They didn't have any openings, so they will try to see him in between other appts. today at some point. The lower half of his face is totally swollen -- he looks like a frog, or maybe one of those lizards with the bellows beneath their chins. I can't see any sign of a sting or anything in his mouth, but it's really difficult to get a good look at his little teefs -- it seems to be the one thing I cannot do to him without him fighting up a storm. I don't know if he got stung by a yellowjacket or something, since he loves to chase bugs, or possible hurt himself some other way. He is eating and even though his kibbles were hard for him to chew, he still went after them, and I wouldn't have known anything was wrong except he'd been acting very shy and skittish, which he normally never is, so I went over to pet him and saw how swollen his neck was. Poor little dude. He's so sweet and tender, I just hate anything happening to him.
I like being a homebody, but I don't like it being sort of... forced on me, you know? It's depressing when people make plans right in front of you, but don't invite you and then talk about it later; it's depressing when you clear your calendar for an evening or day with someone, and they completely forget about you and stand you up. I need to figure out a way to meet some new people, make some new friends, or something. People who actually want to be around me or enjoy my company. It's my responsibility, it's just hard to figure out a way to meet people that doesn't necessarily involve expensive socializing out somewhere (just when I thought I was getting ahead again in money, trips to the vet ensue). It's like, homebodies aren't going to go out somewhere! And even though gas is so expensive, I should get my membership up to date at the gym across Lake Washington and make a pact that I will go there once a week to swim or something.
If you have pets and the shedding gets you down, allow me to shill for a product -- the Furminator comb. I would see the videos all the time at the pet store, and think it couldn't be that amazing, but it really is. This thing pulls out tons of undercoat fur, the stuff that sticks to your clothes most often. I can't get Olive to sit still for it enough, as she's the propulsive shedder in the house, but the few licks I can get in, fistfuls of fur come out. They're pretty expensive, but worth every penny.
