Caffeine Diary

Oh yeah. We GOT SHIT DONE.  I'm having a helluva time motivating myself today.  At least some quality time has been spent making the kitties happy.  Otherwise, it's been WW this morning and sitting on the couch wasting time on the intarwebs.  Bleh, bleh, bleh. 

I want to work on editing, but my own ms needs to marinate before I get back into it.  I know that the two manuscripts I'm waiting to beta are coming; they're just being delayed but RL nonsense and obligations.  Still.  Hrm.  It's a gorgeous day, too.  I should go outside or something.  I'd really like to go back to bed, to be honest.  Snuggle-kitties are snuggly--sometimes too snuggly.  Last night was one of those times.  ::yawn::  Maybe I'll go run that errand that needs running.  If I can just get up the gumption to get up.  Blarg.

I actually wrote something today.  Normally that wouldn't be anything unusual, but I hadn't actually written anything since before my MIL and my kitty both passed away--now two-plus weeks ago.  I didn't write a lot.  Just an installment of a round-robin for another blog I'm on.  But it's something and I'm very glad to have accomplished even that small thing.  Let's hope it opens a floodgate, eh?

Thank you to everyone who's expressed support and good wishes!  Morag is home now, had some dinner (mmm...chicken!), had all three of her meds (oy!), and is currently snuggled up on NordicBoy's lap while I post the good news everywhere I can. :D

I learned to give her sub-cu fluids tonight.  Amazing how much easier it is to reconciling oneself to it when one has had a couple of cocktails.  (Don't tell the vet!) But I also kept reminding myself that I have pierced several people's ears, including my own, so I certainly ought to be able to stick a little needle into a kitty.

Our sweet kitty is sick.  We took her into the emergency vet at about a quarter to five this morning.  She's still there getting intravenous fluids and stuff.  Please send positive energy her way.  She's getting a little better, but we still don't know what's going to happen.

ETA: She's stabilized enough for x-rays. More news as we get it.

I was going to go to the gym this morning.  Theoretically, I had an appt. at 11:30--not that the trainer in question ever called Friday to confirm like he said he would.  But at 11 (and with some warning, so don't think it was all WTF?!) my SIL and her fam stopped by.  They'd just gotten their tree at a local stand near us.  The fam includes our 3-yr-old niece (godshelpmeandthecat), and at 11:15 I decided better to call and genuinely cancel the theoretical appt at the gym, which I did.  I was all dressed to go and everything, but the familial part of me said stay and visit, you don't see them often, and the cat will be in dear need of protection from the well-meaning but uncomprehending carpet troll.  I will point out, however, that after they'd gone, NordicBoy and I walked down to see the new Mountaineers Clubhouse down at Magnuson, so I've not been sitting on my ass all day.  They had an open house today so we checked it out.  Very, very nice!  And a good walk, too, since it's 2+ miles each way with much uphillness.  The GreenStage part of me is dead jealous of the renovations they did and how fantastic the space is now.  And the loo!  OMG!  Fabulous!  So, yeah, jealous.  GS's storage space is down there, very nearby, has no loo but the port-o-john outside, is freezing cold and inadequately lit, and the light switches aren't even in the same room.  ::sigh::  Yay for the Mountaineers, but why the hell is it so tough to get monetary support for the arts in this fucking country?  I mean, I was reading the Mariners updates today, and Raul Ibanez got something like a $2M signing bonus with the Phillies.  Not to begrudge him or anything--he's an awesome player and an even better human being--but oh what GS could do with a tenth of that, you know?

Okay.  Enough whinging.  Things to do.  Chocolate to cook.  Ta.