Mrs ArGee is at some appointment with her folks. I am listening to the dog vocalizing out the window because two people are daring to talk at the back of their car RIGHT OUTSIDE. How DARE they.
She is scheduled to be spayed tomorrow. I’ve never waited so long with a dog before. We’ll see how everything goes.
I hope the surgery goes excellently, Lj.
I have a Zoom meeting tonight at 7:30. The Spanish Volunteers Committee keeps vampires’ hours! I don’t have anything much to report, but I need to be there anyway. Maybe this weekend I’ll try contacting my vanished musicians, the Guatemalan electronic pop band and the guitar-playing boy from Venezuela.
I, too, hope dog’s surgery goes well. She must be dreading each visit to the smellish place.
I was down, then I got up, because. It wasn’t quite so bad tonight. Usually, I’m fighting to stay awake, going into contortions to get the blood moving, yelling at myself to wake up and finding a bazillion reasons to get out of bed.
This time up, I’ll get a short bottle of very cold water (some that’s been in the fridge longer than 24 hours) and go back to bed. Maybe I’ll manage to stay awake until 1900.