The music make her want to be the story

[rolanni]

Important Stuff First:  I saw Firefly's tail at Full Upward Extension last night.  This morning, she's preferring half-mast, which may mean it's hurting her still.  I can give her the pain meds at noon, and will be doing so.  She did come to snuggle with me when I thought I was going to get up this morning, so we stayed in bed a little longer, talking about how scary That Whole Thing was and how was she feeling now, and articles I'd read about dogs who'd broken their tails and had to get them amputated before there was Serious Damage gone to their spines, and how I'd been really, really scared that she'd gotten cancer wrapped around her spine like her Aunt Sprite, and -- well.  We promised each other not to do this again.

A little later, she joined me for our sitting-in-the-sunlight session.

Yesterday afternoon, I made an appointment to walk an alpaca at Northern Solstice Farm in a couple weeks. There will be a meet 'n greet with the alpaca who agreed to walk with me that day, who will already have donned halter and lead, then an approximately 30 minute stroll either around the farm, or, if conditions aren't too squishy, on a trail through the woods.  Now I remember why I have hiking boots.  I'm really looking forward to this, and glad I didn't let myself talk myself out of it.

Other than that, and actually related to the alpaca walk, I'm trying to unfold myself -- which is to say, to find the way back out of my head after the Intense Concentration required to finish Kin Right on time and correctly.  Steve would have had us out and about, walking up and down the world, breathing the air, taking photographs, eating out, and striking up conversations with strangers chance-met on beaches, in train stations, or in stores.  

I . . . am not that ambitious, left to myself, and the timing's a little unfortunate, as I find it's Easter weekend (how did that happen?).  So, unfolding will take the shape of puttering around, straightening up, making hummus, blowing the dust off of my poor, abandoned glass project, maybe finding another movie/tv show to lightly binge, and planning a ride for next Wednesday or Thursday, when the weather is expected to be warmer and sunny.

The secret of writing is that you can't write all the time.  So -- aside an infodump, and blog posts, no Writing here at the Confusion Factory for the next bit.

Reading, though . . . I've finished reading Balance of Trade, and also Theo of Golden.  I'm about half-way through Seeking Persephone, and after that?  Crystal Soldier.  Speaking of literary whiplash.

And I think that catches us up.

Here's a picture of Firefly, from this morning's sunshine session:

Today's blog post title brought to you by Dire Straits, "Skateaway"

Comments

[leecetheartist]

I'm so glad that The Tail did not fail!