You'd've almost thought it was Monday
Monday, February 22nd, 2010 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniWow, what a lot of urgent, pointless, running in circles I did today. Somedays, I wish they'd pay me by the mile, instead of the hour.
Steve did all of the real heavy lifting, taking Hex to Dr. Slack to have the drain removed and the collar ritually burned. Poor Hex is a right mess, what with the half-punk haircut, and various operative remains; but his morale is visibly improved. I would like to again thank everyone who has donated to the Hexapuma Relief Fund, aka the Lee-Miller Trip Jar. We deeply appreciate your generosity, and your care.
Steve's heavy lifting also included picking me up at work, which he did, chocolate milkshake in hand. He then took us for a ride, a treat we haven't indulged in Since Forever. The land is looking very strange -- late March-ish, rather than end of February -- most of the snow is gone, leaving swaths of dried grass and weeds bare; and the snow that is left is covered so thickly with sand and dirt that little hummocks of furry snow look to first glance like creatures -- cats, foxes, skunks...
After the ride, we were much relaxed; I was going to settle into work, but there! on the answering machine! was a message from Charlie's Subaru, letting us know that my car was All Fixed (again), so back on the road we went, to rescue the little green Subaru and make it so that Steve wouldn't have to break up his day tomorrow by taking me to work and picking me up.
So! No writing done tonight, and the weekend Fledgling adoptions are not in the mail. We'll try again tomorrow.
For tonight, I'm tired, and Steve is promising hot cheese and turkey sammiches for dinner.
How was your Monday?
Steve did all of the real heavy lifting, taking Hex to Dr. Slack to have the drain removed and the collar ritually burned. Poor Hex is a right mess, what with the half-punk haircut, and various operative remains; but his morale is visibly improved. I would like to again thank everyone who has donated to the Hexapuma Relief Fund, aka the Lee-Miller Trip Jar. We deeply appreciate your generosity, and your care.
Steve's heavy lifting also included picking me up at work, which he did, chocolate milkshake in hand. He then took us for a ride, a treat we haven't indulged in Since Forever. The land is looking very strange -- late March-ish, rather than end of February -- most of the snow is gone, leaving swaths of dried grass and weeds bare; and the snow that is left is covered so thickly with sand and dirt that little hummocks of furry snow look to first glance like creatures -- cats, foxes, skunks...
After the ride, we were much relaxed; I was going to settle into work, but there! on the answering machine! was a message from Charlie's Subaru, letting us know that my car was All Fixed (again), so back on the road we went, to rescue the little green Subaru and make it so that Steve wouldn't have to break up his day tomorrow by taking me to work and picking me up.
So! No writing done tonight, and the weekend Fledgling adoptions are not in the mail. We'll try again tomorrow.
For tonight, I'm tired, and Steve is promising hot cheese and turkey sammiches for dinner.
How was your Monday?
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-02-23 07:14 pm (UTC)We've had lovely days weatherwise, but now we are back to the gloomy stuff. I want clear. I want blue skies to stay around. I want that groundhog's head on a pike...
Sorry...just getting tired of cold and damp and ice and snow.
Laura J. Underwood