My dog is sick. I’m 99% sure he has colitis, which is of course something I can’t treat at home and won’t go away on its own. Which means a trip to the vet first thing Monday morning, and a miserable next 36 hours for him. And probably me too, considering he got me up at 3:30 this morning.
Also had to take the truck for a state inspection this morning, which ended up being about $25 more than anticipated – which wasn’t really anticipated at all, but the result of glancing at the windshield when I went to get in and realizing the inspection had expired.
I can’t concentrate on anything except the fact that my baby is sick and I don’t have a job. My story is kind of sort of stuck right now. Actually, I know what I need to write, I’m just having issues with getting it to come out sounding intelligent.
I can’t even knit. Or spin. I think this is where normal people would turn on the TV, but since I am not normal I of course continue to surf the net aimlessly, shower my poor sick baby with attention, and wonder what on earth I’m going to do about a job. Knitting requires some measure of concentration, which I have none of at the moment. I even have two new movies sitting in there waiting for me, but no. They sound interesting, but they require sitting still.