Last night was rough, but Frances seemed to feel a bit better today. She was able to sleep comfortably. At one point, she and Polly were snoring in stereo.
We are well into “one day at a time” territory with Frances. She is still excited about food, and the Ear of Judgment is full of opinions, but everything else is grim.
One of my cats decided to sharpen their claws on the book I’m working in. Jerk.
I love the pinky purple flowers against the intense spring green grass.
Why yes, I do like grid paper.
Franny’s recheck was not good. I knew it wouldn’t be, but I was hoping that even with her set-back, she would have been a little improved. Her vet thinks she’s worse.
For now, it’s more meds and more rest, while I try to figure out a better plan.
She also got to bake outside in the sun for a while. It’s still below PFP (Pit Bull Freezing Point), but I guess the sun felt good.
(I was supposed work today, but Frances had a bit of a regression yesterday, so I stayed home to keep an eye on her.)
Frances was doing so much better. Slow progress, but it was steady. And now this afternoon, she’s limping and acting sore again.
Her re-check is Monday, but I just don’t know what to think. This dog is going to give me an ulcer.
Today is Dewey’s 24-hour Readathon. I have to work tomorrow, so I can’t do a full readathon. I’m doing a half-readathon, instead.
The skeleton of my couch. It’s totally trashed (thanks, jerk cats!), so I needed to haul it out to the dumpster, but I have no truck or help. I figured I could take it apart. It was made of cardboard and the crappiest plywood and pine, held together with 4″ staples. And now it’s gone.
I have an old futon frame that’s super low to the ground. Once Frances is healed, a lower couch will be more safe for her to get on and off.
My apartment feels like a crappy dorm now, but Frances will be safer, and that’s more important.
My reward for working my ass off today: Netflix and a cupcake.