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Tuesday Monday, Steve and I went into town to do some minor grocery shopping and pick up a music stand. We had noticed that Socks hadn’t asked for breakfast, but sometimes he, like me, doesn’t want to be bothered with breakfast, so we didn’t think much of it.
We were brought to a realization of our error when we returned home some hours later, groceries in arms. Socks was clearly in distress and, it being Christmas Eve, our local vet was naturally closed.
So, we took a road trip down to Lewiston, to see the kind and competent folks at the Animal Emergency Clinic of Mid-Maine. Five hours and one-hundred-thirty-odd miles later, and one-hundred-fifty-eight dollars lighter, we were back at the Cat Farm, Socks much improved, though of course worn out by his ordeal.
Yesterday, we took a half-day off to watch “Singing in the Rain,” and play the inaugural game on our new double-Scrabble. Yes, we are slackers.
Today, we’re under a Winter Storm Warning as the Wicked Weather that’s been pacing up the coast finally reaches us, on the overnight. We’re looking at up to sixteen inches of snow, over Thursday and early Friday, which suddenly takes the week down from four mailing days to um, today, so if I want to mail these things this year, I’d better get crackin’.
Hope those who celebrate had a lovely holiday, and that the weather where you are hasn’t been dreadful.