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Okay, that's not true. One thousand words are more than enough. Lionel Richie was incorrect, y'all.
We managed our busy day yesterday, and went all the places. The Amish Market wasn't too bad, since we went early, and we were able to get all our meats for the week. It was all good. We came home for a little bit, and picked up Yoda, and he promptly had bloody diarrhea. Apparently, it's not that unusual after grooming, and is called "stress colitis." Personally, I call it anxiety from hell. I spent last night in a worry about him, which has continued this morning. The Dr. Google and all the vet websites say that as long as he's acting okay (which he is) to watch for a couple of days. It scared the daylights out of me.
Today, I start my new schedule, which meant getting up at 6 instead of 8. I'm actually pretty okay with that, since I normally wake up early no matter the day. The house is quiet except for the asshole cat trying to get into the trash. Sam has been gently dissuaded by virtue of tying the bag closed. Then he was gently moved in front of his dry food, which was ignored. In general Sundays are not my favorite day of work. My sister is home for a while, and as per usual is very interactive. Not with me, since I'm in my office, but I can still hear her. I'm always slightly relieved when she goes to do laundry. At least the now, the first couple of hours will be quiet, as she doesn't normally get up til near 10 unless the dog gets rambunctious.
Time to consider breakfast and spend the next forty minutes surfing the internet until it's time for work. I could probably do 6:30 on Sundays. Something to consider for next week.
We managed our busy day yesterday, and went all the places. The Amish Market wasn't too bad, since we went early, and we were able to get all our meats for the week. It was all good. We came home for a little bit, and picked up Yoda, and he promptly had bloody diarrhea. Apparently, it's not that unusual after grooming, and is called "stress colitis." Personally, I call it anxiety from hell. I spent last night in a worry about him, which has continued this morning. The Dr. Google and all the vet websites say that as long as he's acting okay (which he is) to watch for a couple of days. It scared the daylights out of me.
Today, I start my new schedule, which meant getting up at 6 instead of 8. I'm actually pretty okay with that, since I normally wake up early no matter the day. The house is quiet except for the asshole cat trying to get into the trash. Sam has been gently dissuaded by virtue of tying the bag closed. Then he was gently moved in front of his dry food, which was ignored. In general Sundays are not my favorite day of work. My sister is home for a while, and as per usual is very interactive. Not with me, since I'm in my office, but I can still hear her. I'm always slightly relieved when she goes to do laundry. At least the now, the first couple of hours will be quiet, as she doesn't normally get up til near 10 unless the dog gets rambunctious.
Time to consider breakfast and spend the next forty minutes surfing the internet until it's time for work. I could probably do 6:30 on Sundays. Something to consider for next week.
