Tuesday. Raining half-heartedly. ‘beans are still calling for “near record high” heat, with indexes “near 100,” with bonus Violent Thunderstorms with damaging winds and hail, and perhaps a surprise appearance of a tornado, for the overnight.
Trash and recycling are at the curb.
Slow getting started today, despite a long sleep fully supervised by Coon Cats. Both ladies piled in immediately I had pulled the covers up, and Firefly tucked up against my stomach, which she never does, purring to shake the bed, while Tali made her very solid presence felt at my back. I woke up a couple times and they were still in place. Firefly, apparently noticing the change in my breathing, started purring again in a blatant effort to make me go back to sleep.
It worked.
Rookie seems to have spent a peaceful nightshift in his basket on the edge of Steve’s desk.
Rookie is not drooling this morning–his fur is dry and his eye is bright–and I have called his physician to report this.
I have a note from my physician, agreeing that the arrangements I have made with lisinopril dosing times and lifestyle adjustments have, indeed, produced a more seemly sustained level of BP readings, and has given his permission to stay the course. Which means I get to stick with 10mg rather than leaping into a double dose. So, that’s good.
Once I have dispatched this note to the internets, I will be doing the dishes and performing my duty to the cats.
Unless the fog in my head melts, I foresee a day of chores before heading out to crafting. Which means the house will be straight, and I can concentrate on writing Wed-Thurs-Fri.
That’s also good.
Back pain is at the Ignorable Level–three goods in a row. Not really very interested in eating food, despite the effort I made to have tasty things in-house, so that’s — worrisome, but not particularly novel.
The Perambulating Package is still being “assessed” in Augusta, and nobody’s committing to a delivery date.
And all that said — Onward.
What’s the weather where you are?
And! A picture of Rookie from last evening, post Happy Hour
Oh, Rook is beautiful!!!
My cat had a drooling episode that sounds like Rook after he tried to pick up a big frog or young toad in his mouth. I don’t think your cats go outside, so a frog or toad doesn’t seem likely, but catching and eating something like an insect, or gnawing on a plant or flower that disagreed with him might have triggered his spell.
I’m glad to hear he’s feeling better!