Poor Tim!

Hey, remember when I was going to clean my bathroom? Done, finally!

Poor Tim!

So I took the kitty into BARCS just now. Cried the way there and was super lovey during intake. Which made it hard, but reinforced that it was the right call. My cats reaction from afar had clearly stressed her out, hence why the hissing at me last night. And I didn't even have to wrestle her into the carrier! I left it out last night and she slept in it, so all I had to do was zip it up.

Intake named her Andy. I just made a large donation in her honor.

And yes, I got teary leaving. Of course.

Aw, I hope she finds her people!

Could they tell if she was chipped?

Laura, somehow I avoided tears. Not sure how but my heart was going a mile a minute and I was so worried about my dad's reaction to his car being busted. Again, he was so gracious and kind about it.

Today is the memorial. I was told they are expecting 100s of people. I basically just want to hug the kids and listen to my dad's eulogy for her and then I'm set.

She wasn't, alas. But she's so squooshy, with plush, clean fur and litterbox trained, she had to have been a pet., probably indoor, fairly recently.

Poor, Tim! I hope the dentist is able to help him get some relief quickly.

sarameg, I hope they can find the kitty's people.

I hope her people find her soon!

I think I officially have a cold (rather than the more generic feeling lousy that I could not quite ascribe to anything specific) because I have hit the point where the inside of my head actually feels cold and I think to myself "is this why it's called a cold?"

Which makes me feel a little better about missing Suzi. Glad y'all were able to get together, and that your dad is taking the car troubles in stride.

And tooth~ma for Tim.

He's filling out his initial paperwork online and keeps asking me stuff from the other room, like "It's asking if I'm in pain, but the pain gets better with oxycodone, so I don't know if I should say yes."

Me: "If you need opiates to not have pain, your answer is YES!"

Him: "It wants to know if I've had recent surgery."

Me: "You had a root canal Friday."

Him: "But it was only the first part of the root canal."

Me: "IT WAS STILL SURGERY OH MY GOD."

Him: "I want them to have correct information."

Me: "The dentist is not going to ONLY base your treatment on what's on this form; he'll probably ask you things that you can answer in person, so you can explain in more detail if it's called for."

Him: "Yeah..." [trails off like he thinks I'm talking crazy]

I love this man, but sometimes I *so* don't understand how his brain works.

I had the wonderful pleasure of having dinner with Matilda, David, JZ, shrift, and Sylvie.

It was great to meet you, finally! I'm sorry about the stress with the car, but the tacos and cocktails were delicious.

I have been to the farmer's market this morning, mostly to buy eggs since I still have a lot of vegetables to eat from last week's run. I have a Swiss chard, prosciutto, and goat cheese frittata in the oven. I'll cook up some savory oatmeal later. I should go back outside and walk while the sun is still out.