Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I was at work this morning, humming a wordless little tune. Catchy thing, it kept running through my head over and over. I just couldn't figure out what it was. Finally, it dawned on me. It was the circus music from one of the ride on toys outside Wal-mart.
Page 2....Monday, I had to go somewhere right after work, and we worked late. (I had to leave work early to get to my appt on time.) Tuesday, I had to go somewhere after work, and we work late. (I didn't leave early. I just went straight there after we got off.) Today, I had nothing to do but come home and prop my feet up, and we get off on time. That sort of symbolizes how my life goes.
I had to poke a pill down my cat's throat. I wasn't looking forward to it. I don't think the cat was too thrilled about it either. But I assembled my supplies: cat--check; pill--check; bandaids--check; iodine--check; more bandaids--check; still more bandaids--check. I braced myself and went in...
The pill was given. Blood was involved. Mine, not the cat's.
I'm still not quite sure how the claw marks got into my foot, though.
Squeaky says, "Don't ever do that again."