The Old Man
Gus, senior statesman and go-to cuddler, has been under the weather for awhile. Despite trying to get the house sodden with moisture, it's only gone so far. The bloody sneezes continue and are now making it harder for him to breathe.
He has a vet appointment today.
I have the vaporizer running. I have pans of steaming water on the kitchen stove. I try to coax him to eat more and generally succeed.
What concerns me is that this morning, his breathing was labored (but not the Phoebe gasping for air) and he couldn't jump onto the bed the first try. He's also 17 years old. I'm worried about the old geezer. I was the first person who held him, since his mother had brought him to my back porch by the scruff of his neck.
Old Gus-gus. I'm worried. And sad.
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Stuff
Here I am, still in my pajamas at the shockingly late hour of 10 am. I have to admit, I've been busting ass in the mornings, making and receiving phone calls, firing off emails, applying for any and every likely job. Enduring the rain and what seems like the endless cold.
So I'm giving myself most of a day off. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe not really. Well. I tried.
There are some things that should really be pressing on my mind right now, but I've got other things to deal with first.
One of my potential gigs is with a very luxe hotel chain. This would be as a contractor, but it sure would be sweet to be an employee. (Cheap hotel rooms! Woo hoo!)
And so. Life goes on. Catchya laytah.
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Poor baby. He's very tired.
[VW "catedify" - cat edification?]
One of my fantasies is working for a hotel chain, traveling the world, making hotels more accessible for the legions of wealthy disabled people.... Hmmm, well, the 2 or 3 wealthy disabled people....
Gee, Ter, why so pessimistic?
There might even be 4 or 5.
Homewood Suites (Hilton, I think) was very accessible the one time I stayed there.
Courtyard seems that way, too, but I am a mere observer and not a user.
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