Still home. Reasonably healthy, at least, though not entirely over whatever is messing with my stomach and equilibrium. I only have one or two doses of antibiotics left; hopefully that's what's making my guts unhappy.
The show went well! The audience wasn't quite as large as I'd've liked but it wasn't an empty house by any means. It was an all-day affair: we picked up Sophia at 10am, the show was at 2pm, and we got home from the afterglow a little after 7pm. It was probably the most difficult show we've ever done, what with all the snippets we had to learn. The holiday show will be a piece of cake. Jason and I were laughing about it on the way home: "Well, we got out of our comfort zone for this show, now it's time to get right back in!"
More kitty drama! Zenith somehow managed to get the basement door open one night (likely with Tango's help) and quite the kerfuffle ensued. Fur everywhere! Saturday, when Jason and I went downstairs to shower, we found Tango lying on the bathmat, which was unusual in itself. Jason picked him up and Tango screamed and dripped a bunch of nasty down Jason's shirt. He had some kind of abscess just above his tail that had burst. We got him into a carrier and while Jason showered, I called the vet. It was 3:15pm and the vet told us that while they could triage him, they couldn't treat him because they closed at 5pm. Seriously? Almost two hours and you can't even do anything? They gave me the number of an urgent care in Leesburg but no one picked up when I called, so we went back to Pender. They shaved around the area and gave us antibiotics and pain meds, but since it was an open wound, no stitches. Which is fine - the stitches they did last time around fell out really quickly anyway.
Luckily, he's in very good spirits and has been relatively cooperative for the meds. So far he's only managed to pull off the cone of shame once - last night - and while it was clear he'd given himself a good bath, the wound didn't look inflamed. What bothers me is how large the gash is. The assumption is that Zenith took a serious bite, which then got infected.
I finally got all but one of the wedding thank you notes in the mail yesterday. That one left is going to New Zealand and I was told I couldn't send anything smaller than the customs form would fit on, so I have to find a larger envelope to put it in. Silly, but whatcha gonna do? It feels good to no longer have that hanging over my head. I'd hoped to spend my forced vacation more productively, but my body has had other plans. I'm glad I had the foresight this morning to set a second alarm when I felt myself starting to fall asleep on the couch; I woke up only about 15 minutes before the cleaners arrived, giving me not much time to move tidy up some stuff and sequester Titan and myself on the bridge behind a baby gate. Titan would very much like to go meet the cleaners, get in their way, and sneak down to the basement to eat Tango's food. (And his poop.) (Dogs are gross.)
All right, the cleaners are finished, so I shall let loose the hound and maybe see about scrounging up some vittles for myself. Or maybe go play some more WoW. I've been pretty good about being largely productive during the work/school day but it's not easy when what I really want is another nap. Ah well. The only thing I need to do before folks get home is prepare the potatoes (Jason's making mashed from scratch, so I'm helping by washing and slicing). That won't take a ton of time, so I'll do that after lunch. Back to questing!
The show went well! The audience wasn't quite as large as I'd've liked but it wasn't an empty house by any means. It was an all-day affair: we picked up Sophia at 10am, the show was at 2pm, and we got home from the afterglow a little after 7pm. It was probably the most difficult show we've ever done, what with all the snippets we had to learn. The holiday show will be a piece of cake. Jason and I were laughing about it on the way home: "Well, we got out of our comfort zone for this show, now it's time to get right back in!"
More kitty drama! Zenith somehow managed to get the basement door open one night (likely with Tango's help) and quite the kerfuffle ensued. Fur everywhere! Saturday, when Jason and I went downstairs to shower, we found Tango lying on the bathmat, which was unusual in itself. Jason picked him up and Tango screamed and dripped a bunch of nasty down Jason's shirt. He had some kind of abscess just above his tail that had burst. We got him into a carrier and while Jason showered, I called the vet. It was 3:15pm and the vet told us that while they could triage him, they couldn't treat him because they closed at 5pm. Seriously? Almost two hours and you can't even do anything? They gave me the number of an urgent care in Leesburg but no one picked up when I called, so we went back to Pender. They shaved around the area and gave us antibiotics and pain meds, but since it was an open wound, no stitches. Which is fine - the stitches they did last time around fell out really quickly anyway.
Luckily, he's in very good spirits and has been relatively cooperative for the meds. So far he's only managed to pull off the cone of shame once - last night - and while it was clear he'd given himself a good bath, the wound didn't look inflamed. What bothers me is how large the gash is. The assumption is that Zenith took a serious bite, which then got infected.
I finally got all but one of the wedding thank you notes in the mail yesterday. That one left is going to New Zealand and I was told I couldn't send anything smaller than the customs form would fit on, so I have to find a larger envelope to put it in. Silly, but whatcha gonna do? It feels good to no longer have that hanging over my head. I'd hoped to spend my forced vacation more productively, but my body has had other plans. I'm glad I had the foresight this morning to set a second alarm when I felt myself starting to fall asleep on the couch; I woke up only about 15 minutes before the cleaners arrived, giving me not much time to move tidy up some stuff and sequester Titan and myself on the bridge behind a baby gate. Titan would very much like to go meet the cleaners, get in their way, and sneak down to the basement to eat Tango's food. (And his poop.) (Dogs are gross.)
All right, the cleaners are finished, so I shall let loose the hound and maybe see about scrounging up some vittles for myself. Or maybe go play some more WoW. I've been pretty good about being largely productive during the work/school day but it's not easy when what I really want is another nap. Ah well. The only thing I need to do before folks get home is prepare the potatoes (Jason's making mashed from scratch, so I'm helping by washing and slicing). That won't take a ton of time, so I'll do that after lunch. Back to questing!