Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
A few weeks after I wrote Never send to know last April, I started going into work about fifteen minutes earlier and I stopped seeing the elderly man and his dog in the mornings. I wasn’t sure how to interpret this, since neither man nor dog moved particularly quickly. Was I just too early to…
So here we go. Another woebegone orphan entry, devoid of context, with no promise of a more prompt follow-up. Europe was great. We drove a lot, saw Nice, stayed in Barcelona, ate well, drank too much (on my liver, anything is too much, and I definitely surpassed that limit). My really good digital camera decided…
Another sleepless night. I don’t believe that I’m fated to have two good nights in a row for a long while, more’s the pity. I tried to make crepes last night. The recipe seemed simple enough, and they hardly had any salt at all in them. To call the experiment “a disaster” would be a…
I worked until midnight last night, then had to be up and moving at five this morning. I was due in at Big City Hospital at 8:30 this morning for the ninth of my annual post-transplant check-up. All went well, and theyâre talking about cutting down the amount of immunosuppressants Iâm taking. Itâs hard to…
In order to qualify as a part-time pharmacy technician I must first prove that I’m not likely to make off with any of the drugs for recreational purposes. It is for that reason that I found myself back at the lab where that very wet fire drill occurred earlier this week. Fortunately the weather was…
subtitled: I felt like writing tonight. Iâve been to Holland, and seen the sights. I experienced Amsterdamâs âRed Light Districtâ, and the architecture of The Hague (which apparently means âthe hedgeâ in literal translation) and Iâve shopped till my companions dropped in Delft. I saw the modern dike system, and bird watched and visited the…
It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.