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The vet unstapled Emmie's butt and didn't even charge us for it, though they do want to see her back in a couple of weeks to make sure she's healing correctly and that the other anal gland isn't going to play silly buggers on us. And even better, as far as Emmie was concerned, is that when we got her home again the Elizabethan collar finally came OFF. Oh, such joy! Such rolling about! Such licking, licking, licking of places she hasn't been able to get to in almost two weeks! And then the deep and satisfied sleep of the vindicated on her favorite chair. Hee.
The last few days seem to be full of projects undertaken on the spur of the moment. After we got back from the vet I lay down on the couch to have a nap (since my period had just started and I was feeling a bit crappy), but as I lay there with my eyes closed a little voice in my head started prompting me: The pantry, Laurie. Remember the pantry? Full of boxes you haven't been in since you moved? Maybe your PoMo tarot deck is in there! Wouldn't that be great? Get up, Laurie, and go clean out that pantry!
So I did. Got up, opened up that pantry door, and started hauling boxes like there was no tomorrow. Pretty much the first thing I discovered was that one of the cans of paint left over from painting the hallway white when we moved in had somehow become overturned AND opened up, spilling down and gluing a soft plastic pack of Tena pads to the inner wall of the pantry. There wasn't much I could do about that (the paint had long since dried, incorporating part of the Tena packaging so closely that God Himself could not separate them), but I COULD wipe up the fresh spills that drooled down onto a large black portfolio stored nearby. Which was a mercy, since portfolios are NOT cheap by any stretch of the imagination.
Two hours later, I had no PoMo tarot deck, but I did find more stuff for what I'm starting to refer to as the Full Moon Fundraising box, plus a couple of things that would be quite sellable on eBay. PLUS some books I've sorely missed -- the I. Claudius box set, Good Omens, and Little House In The Big Woods (one of my all-time favorite "comfort" books) -- as well as a bunch of VHS tapes which, once I've gone through them, we might actually be able to dump. Also some old costuming stuff: clown white powder from my days playing Lobo, and a Roman toga that I hand-painted border decorations on for a stint as one of the Muses at a Star Trek Winnipeg Halloween social about 13 years ago. *sigh* Memories...
George was kind enough to make dinner (bacon, eggs, veggies, toast), which I wolfed down after so much hard work. No step exercise today, I think.
Oh, and an email from Marvel Comics came stating that they've got pages ready for me to color. I'll be recoloring Uncanny X-Men 106, 107, and 108 -- not sure how many pages that totals yet, but they need them by February 20th at the latest. :-P However you slice it, that comes out to "a lot of work in a very short period of time". Yikes!
The last few days seem to be full of projects undertaken on the spur of the moment. After we got back from the vet I lay down on the couch to have a nap (since my period had just started and I was feeling a bit crappy), but as I lay there with my eyes closed a little voice in my head started prompting me: The pantry, Laurie. Remember the pantry? Full of boxes you haven't been in since you moved? Maybe your PoMo tarot deck is in there! Wouldn't that be great? Get up, Laurie, and go clean out that pantry!
So I did. Got up, opened up that pantry door, and started hauling boxes like there was no tomorrow. Pretty much the first thing I discovered was that one of the cans of paint left over from painting the hallway white when we moved in had somehow become overturned AND opened up, spilling down and gluing a soft plastic pack of Tena pads to the inner wall of the pantry. There wasn't much I could do about that (the paint had long since dried, incorporating part of the Tena packaging so closely that God Himself could not separate them), but I COULD wipe up the fresh spills that drooled down onto a large black portfolio stored nearby. Which was a mercy, since portfolios are NOT cheap by any stretch of the imagination.
Two hours later, I had no PoMo tarot deck, but I did find more stuff for what I'm starting to refer to as the Full Moon Fundraising box, plus a couple of things that would be quite sellable on eBay. PLUS some books I've sorely missed -- the I. Claudius box set, Good Omens, and Little House In The Big Woods (one of my all-time favorite "comfort" books) -- as well as a bunch of VHS tapes which, once I've gone through them, we might actually be able to dump. Also some old costuming stuff: clown white powder from my days playing Lobo, and a Roman toga that I hand-painted border decorations on for a stint as one of the Muses at a Star Trek Winnipeg Halloween social about 13 years ago. *sigh* Memories...
George was kind enough to make dinner (bacon, eggs, veggies, toast), which I wolfed down after so much hard work. No step exercise today, I think.
Oh, and an email from Marvel Comics came stating that they've got pages ready for me to color. I'll be recoloring Uncanny X-Men 106, 107, and 108 -- not sure how many pages that totals yet, but they need them by February 20th at the latest. :-P However you slice it, that comes out to "a lot of work in a very short period of time". Yikes!
