Happy mothers day morning

I was out late last night, listening to a friend’s band play. I was going to sleep in today, so the late night wasn’t a big deal.

Somewhere between 2:30 am and 7 am, I heard a cat vomiting. Great. It wasn’t on my bed, so I figured I’d deal with it when I got up to use the bathroom. I kind of stayed asleep when I wandered to the bathroom, keeping an eye out for it. No sign. Odd. On the way back, I found it. Barefoot. Great start to the day. Cleaned up and went back to bed, more awake than I hoped to be.

Next, I got a call from the (vet), telling us we can probably pick up Molly after midnight tonight. We’re waiting for one more blood test result. Thankfully, she’s doing well so far. Stinky gas and jumping on the staff and eating whatever they feed her. Normal.

Then I got a message from a friend who lost her keys last night. I went wandering out in my pjs to look for them. There aren’t too many people I’d go out in my pjs on a Sunday morning for. Didn’t find the keys. Started laundry when I got back home.

I made breakfast for myself. I grabbed leftover steak and two eggs. I went to crack the eggs into the pan and realized that I had grabbed duck eggs. Ok. Roll with the punches. It was still delicious with my tea.

Kid comes down just after I fell asleep for a nap. She’s not feeling well and no one is answering the phone at work for her to call in. Should be a rough shift for her. Poor kid.

The other kid comes down and I hear about the fact that I got into the duck eggs. Oh well.

I’ve eaten. Inky is napping on me. Things are quiet again. I am now debating continuing my nap or reading Daisy Jones and the Six for a bit. I’ll report back later.

Another emergency vet trip

Friday night, I was almost asleep when my daughter yelled down the stairs that Molly ate ibuprofen. We had her out the door and into the car after I called the vet. She was at the vet with vomiting induced within fifteen minutes. The vet couldn’t find any of the tablets, so Molly got a two night stay at the emergency vet.

The next morning, the vet called. Molly was good except for a slightly elevated liver test. They’ll test again at night. Kidneys are great so far. And, big surprise, she ate the activated charcoal with no problem. We have to bring the prescription over before dinner. They want us to visit.

We tracked down her prescription and brought it over and visited a while.

She smoked us out with some stinky gas. Worse than usual. They brought her back in after about an hour.

The vet called with an update. She’s got a little diarrhea and regurgitation, but is busy jumping on all the staff and has horribly stinky gas. We should be able to bring her home Sunday evening.

Sunday morning, the vet called again. Liver and kidney numbers are great. She is eating everything she can and the diarrhea is gone. She can come home after her next blood work at midnight. Then more blood work at the regular vet next week. So. We’re hopeful, but still nervous.

What are you reading Wednesday

This week’s audiobook is The Wedding Guest. I don’t know if I’m going to finish it, because it’s really slow going. None of my library holds came through this week, so I searched for what was available.

Daisy Jones and the Six is still travelling around with me, but the bookmark is moving, finally.

I am supposed to be reading Beloved for bookclub in a week and a half. I managed to get it down from the book stack, but haven’t gotten further than that.

I am reading Holly Freakin’ Hughes for a group challenge due on Friday. I think I’ll finish it by then.

I think this will be a make progress on the books week, rather than finish a few all at once week. I am ahead on the annual challenge, so I’m not too concerned with this week. I am just enjoying the books.

Stages of the Reader

I didn’t really do these in order. I hit stages 1 & 2 as a child.

I hit stage 6 when my kids were little. It wasn’t really no books, just kid books.

Stage 7 was when the kids were more independent and I had more time to myself.

Stage 3 was not really part of me until I was confident enough to own my bookworm status, as a full adult.

I hit stage 4 on and off, but mostly when I am on the bus or waiting in line.

Stage 8 is ongoing. I don’t like to lend or give away books. I tend to buy new copies to give to people if I’m going to share.

Stage 9 is when I work book sales, or just generally talk about books. It’s not only the next generation. It’s the previous and current ones, too.

Stage 5 is when I am trying to finish all of my books at once. When my brain tries to tell me that I am able to start every one of the books I own, plus every one I want to own, and every book in every library. Logically, I know it’s not going to happen, but it does frustrate me that I can’t. This also happens when I have deadlines on books, for bookclub or for an ARC book that needs a review, and I’m coming close to missing them.

Kind of a strange day

I woke up super early today. For no particular reason, it seems. I tried reading myself back to sleep but that didn’t seem to work. Eventually I got up. I decided to do chores that I normally would do when I got home from work. I loaded and ran the dishwasher. I stripped my bed and started the washing machine with the sheets and towels. I took out compost.

Then I left for work at the time I was supposed to. My neighbor was outside so I said good morning and she came over to hug me. She hadn’t seen me since Dad passed away. I smelled like her perfume the rest of the day.

I got to work and found that my first patient beat me into the department. He was super early. Better early than late, I guess. One thing after another was happening at work. Nothing bad, just unusual. All day.

On the way home, I called to find out if I should pick up ingredients on the way home. Yup! No problem. I found a book that I had been looking for. No line. Strange.

I got home and remembered that I had no sheets on my bed. They were still in the washer. Into the drier they went!

Someone had taken the garbage cans out, so I was grateful for that. One extra thing off the to-do list.

My daughter, who usually cooks, decided she would rather that I cook. “I don’t have anything complicated planned. Can you cook?” Yes. I can.

I was so glad that i got some chores done this morning. I was able to relax more this evening.

So far, no April’s fool jokers. But there are a couple more hours to go. I hope today doesn’t end strangely.

Friday evening

I clocked out and started walking to the parking lot after work today. The nurse from employee health caught me. Apparently she’d been leaving messages for me to get my TB test done by the end of the month or I wouldn’t be able to work after April 1. No one told me! I got my test done so it’ll be read on Monday morning. Phew! Close call.

I went to the grocery store to get dinner ingredients for my daughter. I stopped for lunch. I went home and did a few chores. I decided that putting on pajamas was a wonderful idea. The kids and mom were out, so it seemed like a good time to take advantage of the quiet time.

I grabbed a glass of wine and played on the Nintendo Switch for a while once my daughter came home to join me. My nap buddy helped out and informed me that it was naptime again.

It’s been a quiet afternoon/evening. I have come to appreciate the quiet times. I think that I’ll be reading as soon as naptime is over.

Jury Duty

I got called for jury duty one week before my cruise. I delayed it to the middle of this month. When I scheduled it, I didn’t realize that so much would be going on this week. I can only delay once, so I had to go today.

I was supposed to work the morning before reporting for jury duty, but I woke up this morning and realized that I would have to drive an hour to work only an hour, then drive back an hour to catch the train to get there.

I missed the first train to get there. So, by the time I got to the station where the courthouse is, I only had fifteen minutes to find the room. The problem was, the buildings there are not numbered logically. I went to the wrong building first.

By the time I got out of the wrong building and located the right one, I had seven minutes to get through security and find the right room and check in. My watch decided that it was going to beep at the metal detector.

I checked in on time, then had to wait 45 minutes to be escorted into the jury room. The judge did not allow any hardships other than pre paid vacations, in which case you would be rescheduled for some random day, and if you didn’t speak English. Financial hardships were not heard. She did not allow any other reason to be heard.

I am not talking about the case, as ordered. I am just talking about the process.

The questioning began and a couple of people were dismissed. We were to continue the next day.

I arrived the next day, early. I was confident that I wouldn’t be chosen. I answered every question that the lawyers and judges threw at me. There were a few that I would have liked to have answered, but they didn’t ask me. I was starting to very nervous when the judge threw out two people before asking the lawyers to choose. I was the first person that the first lawyer threw out of there.

I am not eligible to be called for another year!

One of my friends messaged me after day one to ask how much reading and writing I’d accomplished. Almost like she knows me.