Today was an interesting day today. If you're really bored! I have SO MUCH to do, and I got very little done. I had trouble sleeping last night, with lists of "don't forgets" running through my head. I woke several times with something or other on my mind, back to sleep, and later wake again with more stuff. So I'm plain physically tired.
Secondly, I have worked really steadily and hard for several days, and it seems that it caught up with me. I'm not hurting, but it is as if my muscles are tired and I didn't feel like doing anything. I felt energy-less, if there is such a word. Every effort today was just that . . . effort.
Thirdly, I had to do some errands this morning, some of those things I don't want to have to mess with but can't avoid. So I dropped donations off at the thrift store, stopped at 2 banks, ran into the drug store, and went to pay a small vet bill. Time consuming and boring.
While at this last place, I realized that the two babies probably needed to have stitches removed. So I asked about it, and Mai Lin didn't need it, but Ali did. I came home and got him. He was so excited that he got to go with me, and he remained that way until . . . .
Now stitch removal isn't a big deal, right? Just 2 little stitches were there (he was neutered, so you know where "there" is). Our usual vet was not in today, and we got a "temp" who turned out to be just delightful, sounded French from the accent. Anyway, he was very nice, petted Ali a while to let him get to know him. Then we rolled him so that his upper body was against me and the doc snipped the first stitch, no problem. Snipped the second, no problem. Oh, wait! The first stitch didn't completely come out. A little piece broke off down in the wound, and leaving it could cause irritation and even infection. While the doc prepared a sterile cotton and tweezer to remove it, Ali looked up at me with the most pitiful eyes!! I am not sure if the message was, "Help me! Save me, Mom!" or "Damn it, why'd you bring me here? I'm holding you responsible for any pain." They had to open the wound just a little to reach the fragment, and my boy was not a happy one! At this point, I'm pretty sure it was the latter message. Well, that or "Die, bitch!" that was in his eyes! Poor baby has slept a lot this afternoon, but he has forgiven me and has brought toys to my feet several times.
I'm to the part of the move that is the worst. There is nothing major left to do, but there are dozens of little things, each requiring different tools, supplies, size of box, packing material, etc., than the last. None takes long, but the process is slow. A piece of molding needs secured in place, but I have no finish nails with me, so I trudge up the stairs, get the nails and return to the spot. Next job, tools I have with me aren't the right ones, so again I trek up, get the tools and return. It's just slow work and very discouraging. I'm tired, I'm tired of doing this, and I'm tired of being here. And I'm having self-doubts about being able to finish this my myself. Today is not a good day. Obviously.
Tonight I’m going to take something to help me sleep. I can’t afford more days like this in which I make no discernible progress. I have no time for “down time.” I need to rest. I’ve made my obligatory lists and will leave the computer on so that if I wake with restless thoughts, I can record them. Say a healing prayer for Ali and a prayer for rest for me.
hmmm. Do you think this is pay-back for the orneriness I expelled on Caroline?