I must clarify my brief post yesterday, it’s Owen and Trinity that are moving out, not the two boys. I’ve still got Leo for a bit although it won’t be long as he’s itching to move out too. I’m thrilled for them, I truly am, but will admit to being freaked out as well. “But what about Christmas Eve?,” I cried to a friend this morning. She’d been pretty supportive and sympathetic up until that point but she put her head down and laughed very hard at that one. “Perhaps cross that bridge when you come to it,” she snorted.
In other delightful notes, I managed to flare my spinal stenosis this morning by having the audacity to wipe myself after going to the bathroom. JHC, as my father would say.
Hattie has stopped eating no matter what we give her and how much appetite stimulant I smear in her ear. Back to dripping anal gland and constipation. I don’t know if either of us can take much more of us. Poor sweet, tough, stubborn Hattie.
This is what happens when you’re just having one of those days.