Lucy is getting spayed today. Dropping her off at the vet, where she CLEARLY didn’t want to be wasn’t at all hard for me this morning. That didn’t rile up any of my barely contained demons one bit.
That gas drill is really making me nervous. It may be further up the road than they’d originally told us, but it’s still less than a mile. I really feel sorry for the people in the apartments who are right next to it.
A close family member is losing her fight against lung cancer, just a few years after beating pancreatic cancer.
Shannon’s going through one of those phases at work where things just weigh you down and you have to keep reminding yourself that this will pass.
My work life feels a bit shaky as well.
It’s like there’s this huge storm cloud following us around and we can’t seem to shake it.
Anyone got a good distraction?
*Update* Lucy is out of surgery and had no problems with the anesthesia and no complications. She woke right up and I’ll be picking her up in about 45 minutes.