Day 162, Monday
First day of the term, still working remotely. Attended the virtual resource fair as a rep for the library, but it was really too early in the term to host a virtual event IMO. It’s not the same as a pop-up event on campus, where serendipity lures them in (and freebies).
One student showed up for my “table,” with 10 or so showing up for the event as a whole (based on my count).
Day 163, Tuesday
Back to the vet for scheduled surgery. I’m going to call the kitty Cookie Cat, so he has a moniker in these posts. Vet called after the surgery to say the growth may be a tumor rather than the hardened pus pocket he expected to find. Hoping it’s not a sarcoma. My feelings have been pretty tender since I lost my cat in May.
We’ll have to wait and see. If it grows back, we’ll talk next steps. Praying it doesn’t.
Day 164, Wednesday
Cookie Cat was cheerier than expected. The wound is bigger than I expected, but makes sense given the vet’s findings. I hate seeing him in pain, but he has such a sweet temperament. He’s back at my mom’s house to recover.
Watching the hurricane forecast and sending lots of love to the folks in Texas and Louisiana.
Day 165, Thursday
Been frustrated lately by the level of “service” that I’ve been semi-compelled to commit to this year. One of my colleagues tried to volunteer me for another committee and I had to nip that in the bud right quick. On my annual assignment, I have service listed at 20%, but it’s more like 25-30% of my time, if I tally the hours spent in meetings. Then there’s the administrative side of my job and all the meetings attached to that. It’s frustrating because I have a small department and a lot of pressure gets placed on whoever is available when the rest of us are in meetings. Long, complicated story. It’s an uneven level of expectation for my unit because of inter-campus politics.
Day 166, Friday
Woke up early, but feel extra run down… Took a walk before settling in for work, but a migraine is threatening to start (massive storm clouds looming, sinus pressure building). Trying all my interventions…
One of those days where too many people tried to turn their problems into mine… not going to happen.
spoiler – my interventions worked
Day 167, Saturday
My sense of time is a mess… Woke up slightly earlier than I have during the last few months, and suddenly it felt like I had hours to get stuff done. Thought it was lunch time at 10 am and it only got more confusing from there. Still, managed to get a lot of stuff done.
Released the bird I rescued last month. Its mother was hit by a car and its wing was injured, but a few weeks in my mom’s care too care of that and it flew straight into the sky.
Day 168, Sunday
Tired after yesterday’s day of high energy. It’s to be expected. My energy has peaks and valleys.
Recorded a life update… now, to find the will to edit it.
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I really, really hope Cookie Cat ends up being okay. I’ve been really sensitive to pet deaths this year as almost everyone I know has experienced at least one. (My best friend had all three of her babies pass away this year!) With Ash on his last legs for the last nine months, limping along on steroids, I know this is a pain I’ll be experiencing soon, too.
I’m also glad your bird did well and was able to be released! (originally that autocorrected to “birth” which is an interesting twist, heh)
My mom had a nightmare at the start of the pandemic about a lot of her cats dying, and then we lost my cat, and she likely lost one of her ferals. She’s been extra anxious since his surgery, but he seems to be healing well and has a follow-up on Tuesday. My little girl is always a little hard to read, so I’m always worried about something *deep sigh*
It’s so hard to be a pet mom. I hope Ash goes without pain when the time comes.
Lol. The bird was birthed back into the wild 🙂