13,456 Days Alive
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Special Birthday Kitty
Today is my Mr. Spock’s twelfth birthday! Feliz cumpleaños, mi gato!
Seriously though, he got wet food twice today as a special treat.
Fen wasn’t home tonight so it was just me,, Mr, Spock, and me crocheting while watching CSI: Las Vegas.
Spock’s glad to have me home from J and Bill6’s place. He’s been curled at my feet or on my lap since I got home. Sweet baby boy.
I’m so not ready for the work week tomorrow. But I’m going to do my best, because that’s the best I can do. My damn arm still hurts and has a bruise the size of a quarter around it. I’m going to ice it again before bed.
This coming weekend is bound to be interesting. I’m looking forward to spending time with Cleo, though I hate the reason for the road trip. It’s hard to lose a parent. I remember; even if Daddy and I were better friends than we ever were parent and child, I miss him still.
I just got out of the shower. Took my meds and am about to appease the Duolingo owl for the evening before bed.
My arm seriously hurts. And the bruise is a pretty deep spot of purple. It hurts mostly when I lift it, but I don’t want it to lock up on me so I keep moving it even though it hurts. But I’m being a responsible adult and. Along sure I stay up to date with my immunizations.
All right. I’m for bed. Gotta pick up my meds after work tomorrow, so gods knows I won’t be home until after six, even if I prepay for them.
Take your meds, folks.
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