Busy Week

It's been really busy at work this week, still lots on the go. I had several projects due at the end of June, plus that conference, and I'm not sure why I thought things would quiet down afterward. Now I have several more projects due at the end of July, but mercifully no more conferences.  :-)

Yesterday's quote on SimpleReminders.com -- I so echo this.

Update on my step-dad: He's still in hospital, recovering from the hip surgery. He shocked Mom the other day by calling out something very vulgar and un-Harry-like as she was leaving. It's the dementia, of course, because Harry always has been a very moral person, and never in a million years would say something like that. It was funny, really. I won't repeat what Mom said it was, though.

The boys seem okay, though I found another (fatty?) lump on Derry, this time in his right armpit area. I'm having it checked on July 20th, as I know it's an area for lymph nodes. It's very mobile, and I so hope it's benign, as the other one was/is.

Yep, another trip to the dreaded v-e-t is on the horizon.

Nicki seems mostly okay, I think. Someone's been throwing up a lot of hairballs, in spite of all the combing I'm doing. I think it's Nicki, actually, but can't be sure. I'm also seeing bits of other stuff and I wonder if it's tiny pieces of cardboard -- I had left a shallow box in the basement for him to "eat," and have had it there for a few weeks now (I posted pics of his modern "art" a week or so ago). It only occurred to me yesterday, as I was cleaning up three messes on the basement floor, that some of that cardboard might have been ingested. So the box is cut up now and in the recycle bin, and I have a Furminator on order from Amazon.ca. He'll need a return trip to the vet soon too, for his anal glands, will get him checked out further if necessary. I was going to have an x-ray of his lungs done this time, but I can't pay for a needle aspirate of Derry's new lump and an x-ray in one go.

It's always something with pets!

As for the next door "fleas," I had thought the kids weren't home this week, but now I'm not sure. I heard a girl's high-pitched piercing scream twice yesterday after I got home, like it was right next door, but I've not seen or heard the kids otherwise. ::Shrug:: I sure hear the mother stomping around, though!

I think that's all the "excitement" at my end. :-P

I'll leave you with Mr. Frog, one of many that were in the pretty pond in the cemetery--I had gone there on Sunday morning for a walk and to "feed" the abundant mosquitoes.

Peace.