Kill Bill Vol 2 soundtrack in the background, that slow, dreamy version of “She’s Not There.”
I have doors and windows open, and it’s December 2. Temps hit the 50s yesterday. Then came nighttime rains. It is now off-and-on sunny and edging up on 60F. It won’t last, but I will take the opportunity to air out the house.
But oh hell, it’s December. I hope 2013 doesn’t fly past as quickly as 2012 has.
King appears to be doing well, fingers oh so crossed. He’s peppy, and his appetite is great. He’s moving better thanks to the Meloxicam. He’s also on a new joint supplement called Dasequin. He had been on Glyco-Flex 3 for years, but the oncologist recommended Dasequin and given the struggles King was experiencing with his hips I decided to switch him. Don’t know if it’s helping in addition to the NSAID, but he’s getting up more easily and running a bit more. He has a check-up on Thursday, and I’m hoping his bloodwork results match what I’m seeing.
That said, I know how quickly things can flip from “all’s well” to “oh shit”, so I’m just keeping a watchful eye.
Gaby, meanwhile, is her own Gaby self. The mouse body count continues to rise.
Excavated leftover pot roast from the deep freeze, so a decent dinner will be had without my needing to do much more than warm things up. Time to get some work done.