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      Tuesday, December 18, 2012



10:38 AM - 12/18/2012

The topic: What a day this has been

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And it's only 10:30. Lorelei has had a problem with her teeth. It's obvious when she eats and gets food stuck, she starts pawing at her jaw, and gacking after yelling. She was first on the list to take care of with the sale of the jewelry. She had a nine o'clock appointment this morning. I know she's going to be losing some teeth, probably make the appointment for next week. We didn't go walking because Brian was filling the five gallon water bottles from the whole house filter and Kirby and Miss Elizabeth wanted breakfast. He said "go ahead and feed them". Which means they get put in the bathroom with the door closed. I won't leave them in there if we're gone. By the time they were done, he'd started on the second water bottle (there's one in the house and one for the cats' water bowls). This past weekend, Brian prepared for a colonoscopy that was scheduled for Monday (yesterday - one polyp (removed) and some other normal stuff that we don't need to be worried about). He only got white food on Saturday and chicken broth and lime jello on Sunday and nothing yesterday until the procedure was finished). He hadn't had a "good" breakfast since Friday morning, so he wanted to cook breakfast. There wasn't any time for all of this and for us to walk, too. I get Lorelei to the vet's, he checks her out. Her mouth is bad nasty. He sits back and says "well, you can leave her here and we'll do the extraction today". Okay, sounds good to me, one less trip, get it all over with. And I won't have to deal with withholding food tonight for all the cats. Can't do just one, ya know? So, we need to transfer money, the house payment is due today. I have no deposit slips handy. I tell Brian "I'll get it ready after you leave" because I have to open the sliding door in the office and it needs maintenance and he'll get all crabby when he hears it squeal when I open it and I'd rather listen to the squeal than to him complaining about the squeal. He's gone, I can't get the damned door open, I have to clean the track (this door is behind the catcam chair and PITA to get to, so it's kind of out of sight, out of mind and isn't attended to on a regular basis). I get my deposit slips, get the deposit ready. I have to go shopping today, have to get ingredients for cookies. I'll hit WalMart, Sprouts and later today, CostCo. Oh, yeah, CostCo. I need my blood pressure medicine refilled. I called it in last Thursday. I had one pill this morning, just one left. I need two. I took one of Brian's (he has the same dosage, except his pills have a diruretic) so I'd get my full 20 mg. I call the pharmacy to make sure they're giving me the full prescription, not just one month's worth (I ranted about this last year, I think). And, yeah, there's only 30 pills. They changed it, I'll be getting 180 pills later today (seriously, I don't think there's a big call for lisonpril on the street). Lorelei to vet....check. Deposit ready for bank....check. Prescription straightened out....check. I'm ready to go shopping. The rain that we were supposed to get between four and nine this morning just started. *sigh*

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