I’m trying to get some work done before going to bed. It’s one in the morning, so it’s really an uphill battle. Especially because I just realized I need some notes I left in my office.
It does NOT help that a kitten named Pixel decided to climb up into my chair and lie down (is that right, Abigail?) in my lap, PURRING as he falls asleep.
Just not fair!
“Because,” she said, “when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
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The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. “Calling cats,” it confided, “tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.”
– Coraline, Neil Gaiman
I will read everything that man ever writes.
Since I woke up this morning, I have hit my head twice, scraped my right thumb, scratched my left leg against a crowbar leaving an eight-inch long scrape, and stubbed my toe.
I think I should go back to bed and give up on the day before something really bad happens.
I was raised Roman Catholic. While I may have lapsed some (or a lot, depending how you look at it), I still can feel guilty with the best of them.
My dear friend Abigail told me tonight that I should just stop doing things out of guilt. My, wouldn’t that be easy! Come on, this morning I gave the naughty kittens each a small piece of cheese, simply because I felt guilty that I had given a large piece (or three) to my wonderful Glitch.
Not only has Dr. Bunin always been absolutely phenomenal, honest, and helpful — answering questions over the phone at odd times on top of keeping track (somehow!) of everything, and acknowledging exactly how much Aspirin, Ibuprofen, and Acetaminophen is actually safe to take in any block of time (useful when you manage to hurt yourself while you have a headache, trust me), I just called to make Mandrina an appointment so that she can hopefully get some pain meds for her knee before we go to my brother’s wedding. Mandrina, who hates doctors, is okay with Dr. Bunin.
I call, and speak to the receptionist (Jean). She pulls up Mandrina’s super-thin folder (Mandrina’d been in once for a post-accident check a year and a half ago), and says that she doesn’t have any new-patient appointments any time soon… Is Friday okay?
It’s Wednesday at 2:30. They were apologizing that they couldn’t see Mandrina (someone they have no existing relationship with) until Friday afternoon.
I love my doctor.