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Nov. 14th, 2018 02:20 pmAs of last night Lily was curled up in her cage and hadn't eaten yet, but they thought she might when people stopped tromping through the ward. The scan and x-rays were "normal" which means she has a tumor on only one side, which means it's benign, and they planned to do iodine today, and I'll have an official Radioactive Cat. It amuses me somewhat that my cat will be under the jurisdiction of the Nuclear Energy Regulatory Commission until Saturday. They're the ones who set the guidelines for how radioactive she can be when she comes home.
I hope the plumbing can handle two weeks of "flushable" litter.
I slept better last night, probably partly because I walked most of the way home from the dive shop. I either hit the bus intervals exactly wrong, or they skipped a 65 and the delays on the 66 were worse than advertised. On top of the three or so miles I walked on Monday in the pursuit of unflushable litter and tea and a fire extinguisher, I'm getting exercise this week. I decided against trying on the wetsuit last night, though, because that's a workout too and I wasn't quite up for it. Besides, if I take the wetsuit out of the bag, I have to figure out what to do with it afterward, and I wasn't up for that either. Hang it in the spelunking closet when dry and hang it in the shower when drying, I guess.
Snip didn't seem to notice she's an only cat, except when she went to finish Lily's dinner and it wasn't there. I wonder if almost three weeks is long enough to break her of that habit?
I skipped the last chorus committee meeting through being on "vacation" (I was, in that I didn't go to work that week so I didn't feel obligated to go to chorus either), and supposedly there's another one tonight. I bet I could start writing the minutes now and just fill in a couple of blanks at the meeting. I'm definitely resigning after this semester, though. Singing is still fun (as long as there's at least one page per piece that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, or makes me grin when we get there), but I pay dues, so I'm actually paying the organization to make me miserable. I'm done letting that happen.
I hope the plumbing can handle two weeks of "flushable" litter.
I slept better last night, probably partly because I walked most of the way home from the dive shop. I either hit the bus intervals exactly wrong, or they skipped a 65 and the delays on the 66 were worse than advertised. On top of the three or so miles I walked on Monday in the pursuit of unflushable litter and tea and a fire extinguisher, I'm getting exercise this week. I decided against trying on the wetsuit last night, though, because that's a workout too and I wasn't quite up for it. Besides, if I take the wetsuit out of the bag, I have to figure out what to do with it afterward, and I wasn't up for that either. Hang it in the spelunking closet when dry and hang it in the shower when drying, I guess.
Snip didn't seem to notice she's an only cat, except when she went to finish Lily's dinner and it wasn't there. I wonder if almost three weeks is long enough to break her of that habit?
I skipped the last chorus committee meeting through being on "vacation" (I was, in that I didn't go to work that week so I didn't feel obligated to go to chorus either), and supposedly there's another one tonight. I bet I could start writing the minutes now and just fill in a couple of blanks at the meeting. I'm definitely resigning after this semester, though. Singing is still fun (as long as there's at least one page per piece that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, or makes me grin when we get there), but I pay dues, so I'm actually paying the organization to make me miserable. I'm done letting that happen.
