Not, mind you, that it is unlikely to get worse. But I'm not endorsing any of this day as it has gone so far, a farrago of small frustrations from having so much going on at breakfast that I failed to preload the thermal carafe with hot water and then melted a notch in the handle of one of my good spatulas by using it, propped up on the edge of the skillet, to try to keep a breakfast wrap for Tamara from unrolling.
My own breakfast was cold by the time I got to it and as I sat down at my desk to eat, Tam's cat began to throw up on my bed, where I had left the covers thrown back. Tam was kind enough to deal with that...but once her effort was underway, the cat walked down the hallway and horked just outside the door to the office and that was clearly my job.
Tempers are now short all over (including the cat, who is not at all happy about her tummy) and thus prepared, I sat down to write. Maybe it helps to talk about it.
Update: By the time I got to work, my right knee, which was hurting a little yesterday, had started to swell and hurt like the dickens. Hurts worse if bent. After an hour, I fetched my cane and avoided walking as much as I could. It still hurts. I'm going to try an icepack.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
2 years ago
Nothing like the sound of animals or children vomiting early in the morning to rouse you from your bleary eyed routine.
Fire the cat.
Tuesdays are just ninja Mondays and have absolutely nothing to recommend them. I have already had to soothe the feelings of someone I should not have to soothe and am cranky over the level of noise in my building
Fifteen year old cat, Monty, of whom Tam and I are unreasonably fond.
Maybe that is overkill. Counsel him face-to-face, tell him he could end up with a letter of reprimand in his file.
Her. It was Rannie -- Random Numbers Wu. Her digestion is never really great.
Can you find a way to blame this in the resumption of "sun time" as my mother used to call it...
As Heinlein once noted ("The Door Into Summer") humans are responsible for:
We consistently fail our feline overlord at #3. He's become very disappointed in his servants' selection of sub-freezing temperatures for the past week.
I'm assuming that Ms. Wu is an indoor cat, but the change in the weather (and as Mr. Smith noted, the change in time of activities) can probably be blamed for some portion of the digestive upset. Possibly a failure in proper presentation of the food-stuffs (incorrect china plate, no napkin on the feeding station).
Here's hoping her tummy feels better today.
As we say at laser mine, It's not done until the truck is out of sight.
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