I am conscious of the fact that two years ago on Mem Day weekend Saturday I sprung Maya from the vet after her intestinal surgery. I'm hoping to pick up the cremains today, but I'll have to call.
Early morning walk in the back yard. It was cold and foggy (I had my legs waxed last night! It's all my fault!) but I saw the sun breaking through. Spared a thought for "I'm still so glad that the 14th was a beautiful sunny morning".
Got a necessary kick in the pants to survivor guilt the other night. Was reminded that had Maya been able to be saved via medication, I would be processing whether it was time to let her go at this time. And feeling guilty about leaving her for my upcoming vacation (or, hell, my regular schedule of evening activities). When
ayse is done with classes, we should probably have another talk about feline heart conditions. Been keeping busy - Tuesday was a church committee meeting, Wednesday I toodled off to B's church for their patronal evensong (and, among other things, got an object lesson in how small a world the ECUSA is), Thurs I had appointments, last night I got a much-needed pedicure and leg wax, and have some Church Lady things to do this weekend. Must try to replace the window covering Maggie pulled down as I have a houseguest arriving Tuesday night!
