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It's Friday! Good lord, I've got a busy weekend! We've got a game tonight, followed by all day out tomorrow, followed by two games. I'm not sure I can handle all of that, but we'll see. If I'm too wiped on Sunday, I may drop from the game in the early afternoon on Sunday. I'll feel very guilty about it, but it might be needed.
Yesterday was a long day at work. There weren't a ton of slots opening for what I need, which is mostly 90min MRIs, so I wasn't doing much of that, so I was working on Columbia's Cardiac MRI schedule. I've almost filled July, so that's good. I have maybe two more days to fill, which I'm going to work on today. And of course, today I have the weekly manager's bitchfest meeting, which is always...interesting. Hopefully, it'll go a little bit faster today.
Lizzy is really showing her kitteny side. Her spay must be feeling better, or she's settling in more, or both, but she was ALL PLAY yesterday. With naps in between. It started at 6:40 am, when I introduced her to a toy that's a flapping bird. It doesn't fly, just flapps its wings and chirps. If I had gotten this for Boodle, she would have run away from it, but Lizzy pounced. She beat the shit out of that thing.
Later, while I was working, Jess tried to lay down with a heaing pad for cramps, and they were laying there and heard a plaintive "Mrrow?" And Lizzy wanted to play again. They played laser pointer, and then with her crinkly ball, and finally, she played with her little spring toy.
Afterwards, she laid there breathing hard until she finally fell cooled off and fell fast asleep.
I love her little shaved patch from the spay surgery. I'll look forward to it filling in so I can see her belly fur. I think it's mostly going to be creamy, perfect for kissing (and potentially getting one's face grabbed, but it would be worth it).
After work, I sat for a moment, and then began making dinner. Halibut got marinated, and the fry bread got made. I had mixed it up during my last break, and then stretched it into little rounds and put it in the oil. They fried up very well, and the bread was very tasty. All in all, I was very happy with the outcome. The tacos were good, and flavorful, and with the halibut, shredded cabbage and some creamy sirracha sauce, it was a good meal. Of course, I wildly overestimated what we needed. I've got four halibut filets left, and only two little fry breads. That's because the fry bread was used to add butter and honey and eaten as dessert as well. They were very tasty. No complaints.
Tonight, we're having something simple. Maybe the masala marinated chicken legs and the brussel sprouts. That would probably be good.
After dinner, Lizzy got yet another playtime, this time with the wand and her catnip toy. Then, she was again very tired, but since Jess and I were in the bedroom, she came up and laid at the foot of the bed and slept.
I think she's already put a little bit of weight on. I'll be interested to see what she is at the vets on the 29th. I know she was 7.2lbs before her spay. If we can get her back up to that sans uterus, I'd be happy. Anything above that and I'll be ecstatic.
Google says for a 10lb cat, they should have 200-280 calories. A 7lb cat should have about 140. Yesterday, she had 220, so she's definitely getting the food to pack on some weight. I don't need her to be fat, I want her to be healthy, but I would like her to have some padding over her ribs. It seems that now that she's not nursing, she's actually picking up some weight.
I was worried, taking her away from her kittens that she'd be lonely, or sad, but I swear, this cat gives no fucks. She can sleep without being bothered, she can eat without sharing, and she doesn't have kittens bugging her for a snack while she's getting petted. She seems elated to be a solo cat.
On Wednesday, I sent the apartments her vet records, so that she could be added to the lease. Yesterday, I get a nastygram that "we're only allowed two pets, not three," so basically who were we getting rid of?
I saw red. I replied with a copy of the letter I'd sent to remove Boodle back in April, and a picture of the little urn with her nameplate, as well as my own nastygram.
They "missed" the original email. Never mind that I called first and let them know, and they asked for an email to add to the file. Then they told me that I needed to come in and fill out a new pet addition. I replied that I was happy to, but should I bring both cats so they could see that there was only one live cat? Remarkably, then they sent me the form to fill out and email, and also a refund for the $50 we paid for pet fees for after Boodle was gone. It was a miracle, suddenly paperwork didn't have to be done in person! I probably was a little bit bitchier than I needed to be, but I was angry. I'm playing by the rules, and I get shit? Never mind the neighbors dog who barks for hours on end or the dude who smokes so much weed that I get a migraine going into the hallway, no, we're the problem. I was also having the aforementioned slow day, so I had time to be pissed off about the condescending tone of the first email. Like I'm enough of an idiot that if I had three animals, I'd tell them about it? I signed the fucking lease, I know the terms.
I will call today to make sure that everything is taken care of. I don't want there to be problems down the line.
We got Cece's ashes and paw print back. The paw print is going up to her foster momma, who hd her for 8 months. Cece was her family much longer than she was ours, and it feels like the right thing to do. The company that the ER Vet uses didn't have the plain/carved wooden box like the others, so she's in a delicate white urn with silver pawprints. It seems appropriate for the little princess.
I've told Lizzy that I'm going to need her to make to at least 20 years. Yoda might have another few years, especially if he does have Cushings, so I'm going to need my kitty to last for a long time.
We've got two big boxes in the living room. Two new cat trees, one for the living room and one for my office by my desk in case she wants to sit with me while I work, since Jess is convinced that I'm her person. I don't know about that, but I'd be happy to have her.
I'm hoping that she doesn't take the cat trees as an opportunity to go all "death from above" on Yoda. He's such a little drama queen that I'm sure it would involve yelping like he's been murdered.
I might try to build one of them during lunch, since I don't have to go down to the apartment's office. One is solid oak, and large and kind of beige. It doesn't really go with anything in the living room but I liked it, so it shall be hers. The other is black and dark purple, with perches that are shaped like coffins. I love it so much. It speaks to my inner goth.
I suppose now, I should do a little bit of prep for game tonight. I was looking at the slate of games that I have on the server and wondering if I should shelve a couple for the moment. We're having such trouble scheduling everything that I feel like it might be worthwhile. The tricky part is that I'm not sure which ones. I love them all, but the scheduling thing is beginning to feel like an albatross. It's a D&D cliche of games being abandoned because of scheduling, and I don't want that, just some breathing room. It's much harder when some of the games have 9 people with their own schedules. Syncing those can feel like an impossibility.
I don't think I'm burned out on the games, but scheduling, yeah, definitely. I will think on it some more. It's also difficult because we seem to acquired a life this year. There's a bunch of weekends coming up that we're going to be unavailable, so it's not just other people's schedules. I don't want to get burned out, so I'm going to need to cut back.
I decided that I'm not going back to college at this moment. Last semester, I really struggled with it. I had trouble finding the time, plus trouble doing the work. My brain just isn't wired that way. Also, I feel like I have some gaps in my education that are not doing me any favors. The downside of getting a GED, I suppose. I missed all the college prep courses. Not that they'd be that useful, having been 35 years ago, but still. I just don't think I have the brain cells right now to deal with it. I don't know if I'll start back up in the future. I'd like to get a degree, but I don't know if it's in the cards for me.
Today, the other person who calls patients is out, so I'll be busier, I think. Of course that depends on if we get some decent cancellations to put people in. We got a shitty note from one of the doctor's offices accusing us of being incompetent because we couldn't get a patient in for an appointment quckly. Bitch, come look at our schedule. I can show you how there's no fucking room in it. We're paddling upstream and we need more/bigger sites. I'd love to be able to get patients in super fast, but we are booked. And it's not like MRIs can be double booked. There's only one tube, and some scans take longer. On a good day, I can move mountains, but only if I have something to work with. And lately there hasn't been anything to work with, even with our White Marsh site running 24 hours on the weekend. I feel bad for the big boss, who gets these lovely missives from our doctors about how their patients are special and need immediate attention, or how this person is a VIP, and needs to be seen now. I've got a midnight opening at White Marsh on Sunday, and I feel like it's going to be a hard sell.
Okay, time to hop off. I'll do a little prep, but since this is homebrew, there's not much left to do. I may end it a touch early, since I have to be up early to take Yoda to the kennel, but we'll see. I've functioned on less sleep before. Everyone have a fabulous Friday!
Yesterday was a long day at work. There weren't a ton of slots opening for what I need, which is mostly 90min MRIs, so I wasn't doing much of that, so I was working on Columbia's Cardiac MRI schedule. I've almost filled July, so that's good. I have maybe two more days to fill, which I'm going to work on today. And of course, today I have the weekly manager's bitchfest meeting, which is always...interesting. Hopefully, it'll go a little bit faster today.
Lizzy is really showing her kitteny side. Her spay must be feeling better, or she's settling in more, or both, but she was ALL PLAY yesterday. With naps in between. It started at 6:40 am, when I introduced her to a toy that's a flapping bird. It doesn't fly, just flapps its wings and chirps. If I had gotten this for Boodle, she would have run away from it, but Lizzy pounced. She beat the shit out of that thing.
Later, while I was working, Jess tried to lay down with a heaing pad for cramps, and they were laying there and heard a plaintive "Mrrow?" And Lizzy wanted to play again. They played laser pointer, and then with her crinkly ball, and finally, she played with her little spring toy.
Afterwards, she laid there breathing hard until she finally fell cooled off and fell fast asleep.
I love her little shaved patch from the spay surgery. I'll look forward to it filling in so I can see her belly fur. I think it's mostly going to be creamy, perfect for kissing (and potentially getting one's face grabbed, but it would be worth it).
After work, I sat for a moment, and then began making dinner. Halibut got marinated, and the fry bread got made. I had mixed it up during my last break, and then stretched it into little rounds and put it in the oil. They fried up very well, and the bread was very tasty. All in all, I was very happy with the outcome. The tacos were good, and flavorful, and with the halibut, shredded cabbage and some creamy sirracha sauce, it was a good meal. Of course, I wildly overestimated what we needed. I've got four halibut filets left, and only two little fry breads. That's because the fry bread was used to add butter and honey and eaten as dessert as well. They were very tasty. No complaints.
Tonight, we're having something simple. Maybe the masala marinated chicken legs and the brussel sprouts. That would probably be good.
After dinner, Lizzy got yet another playtime, this time with the wand and her catnip toy. Then, she was again very tired, but since Jess and I were in the bedroom, she came up and laid at the foot of the bed and slept.
I think she's already put a little bit of weight on. I'll be interested to see what she is at the vets on the 29th. I know she was 7.2lbs before her spay. If we can get her back up to that sans uterus, I'd be happy. Anything above that and I'll be ecstatic.
Google says for a 10lb cat, they should have 200-280 calories. A 7lb cat should have about 140. Yesterday, she had 220, so she's definitely getting the food to pack on some weight. I don't need her to be fat, I want her to be healthy, but I would like her to have some padding over her ribs. It seems that now that she's not nursing, she's actually picking up some weight.
I was worried, taking her away from her kittens that she'd be lonely, or sad, but I swear, this cat gives no fucks. She can sleep without being bothered, she can eat without sharing, and she doesn't have kittens bugging her for a snack while she's getting petted. She seems elated to be a solo cat.
On Wednesday, I sent the apartments her vet records, so that she could be added to the lease. Yesterday, I get a nastygram that "we're only allowed two pets, not three," so basically who were we getting rid of?
I saw red. I replied with a copy of the letter I'd sent to remove Boodle back in April, and a picture of the little urn with her nameplate, as well as my own nastygram.
They "missed" the original email. Never mind that I called first and let them know, and they asked for an email to add to the file. Then they told me that I needed to come in and fill out a new pet addition. I replied that I was happy to, but should I bring both cats so they could see that there was only one live cat? Remarkably, then they sent me the form to fill out and email, and also a refund for the $50 we paid for pet fees for after Boodle was gone. It was a miracle, suddenly paperwork didn't have to be done in person! I probably was a little bit bitchier than I needed to be, but I was angry. I'm playing by the rules, and I get shit? Never mind the neighbors dog who barks for hours on end or the dude who smokes so much weed that I get a migraine going into the hallway, no, we're the problem. I was also having the aforementioned slow day, so I had time to be pissed off about the condescending tone of the first email. Like I'm enough of an idiot that if I had three animals, I'd tell them about it? I signed the fucking lease, I know the terms.
I will call today to make sure that everything is taken care of. I don't want there to be problems down the line.
We got Cece's ashes and paw print back. The paw print is going up to her foster momma, who hd her for 8 months. Cece was her family much longer than she was ours, and it feels like the right thing to do. The company that the ER Vet uses didn't have the plain/carved wooden box like the others, so she's in a delicate white urn with silver pawprints. It seems appropriate for the little princess.
I've told Lizzy that I'm going to need her to make to at least 20 years. Yoda might have another few years, especially if he does have Cushings, so I'm going to need my kitty to last for a long time.
We've got two big boxes in the living room. Two new cat trees, one for the living room and one for my office by my desk in case she wants to sit with me while I work, since Jess is convinced that I'm her person. I don't know about that, but I'd be happy to have her.
I'm hoping that she doesn't take the cat trees as an opportunity to go all "death from above" on Yoda. He's such a little drama queen that I'm sure it would involve yelping like he's been murdered.
I might try to build one of them during lunch, since I don't have to go down to the apartment's office. One is solid oak, and large and kind of beige. It doesn't really go with anything in the living room but I liked it, so it shall be hers. The other is black and dark purple, with perches that are shaped like coffins. I love it so much. It speaks to my inner goth.
I suppose now, I should do a little bit of prep for game tonight. I was looking at the slate of games that I have on the server and wondering if I should shelve a couple for the moment. We're having such trouble scheduling everything that I feel like it might be worthwhile. The tricky part is that I'm not sure which ones. I love them all, but the scheduling thing is beginning to feel like an albatross. It's a D&D cliche of games being abandoned because of scheduling, and I don't want that, just some breathing room. It's much harder when some of the games have 9 people with their own schedules. Syncing those can feel like an impossibility.
I don't think I'm burned out on the games, but scheduling, yeah, definitely. I will think on it some more. It's also difficult because we seem to acquired a life this year. There's a bunch of weekends coming up that we're going to be unavailable, so it's not just other people's schedules. I don't want to get burned out, so I'm going to need to cut back.
I decided that I'm not going back to college at this moment. Last semester, I really struggled with it. I had trouble finding the time, plus trouble doing the work. My brain just isn't wired that way. Also, I feel like I have some gaps in my education that are not doing me any favors. The downside of getting a GED, I suppose. I missed all the college prep courses. Not that they'd be that useful, having been 35 years ago, but still. I just don't think I have the brain cells right now to deal with it. I don't know if I'll start back up in the future. I'd like to get a degree, but I don't know if it's in the cards for me.
Today, the other person who calls patients is out, so I'll be busier, I think. Of course that depends on if we get some decent cancellations to put people in. We got a shitty note from one of the doctor's offices accusing us of being incompetent because we couldn't get a patient in for an appointment quckly. Bitch, come look at our schedule. I can show you how there's no fucking room in it. We're paddling upstream and we need more/bigger sites. I'd love to be able to get patients in super fast, but we are booked. And it's not like MRIs can be double booked. There's only one tube, and some scans take longer. On a good day, I can move mountains, but only if I have something to work with. And lately there hasn't been anything to work with, even with our White Marsh site running 24 hours on the weekend. I feel bad for the big boss, who gets these lovely missives from our doctors about how their patients are special and need immediate attention, or how this person is a VIP, and needs to be seen now. I've got a midnight opening at White Marsh on Sunday, and I feel like it's going to be a hard sell.
Okay, time to hop off. I'll do a little prep, but since this is homebrew, there's not much left to do. I may end it a touch early, since I have to be up early to take Yoda to the kennel, but we'll see. I've functioned on less sleep before. Everyone have a fabulous Friday!
