If you’ve noticed the meager postings on this blog lately, let me apologize and assure you that my negligence isn’t because I don’t care. It’s because of my pathetic time management skills and too many other things going on:
I’m compelled to watch the political news shows that come on right after I get home from work, and then there are the reality TV shows I can’t seem to pass up. I’m caught up in "America’s Got Talent," "America’s Greatest Dog," "Big Brother," and "High School Musical: Get in the Picture." "So You Think You Can Dance" and "Last Comic Standing" just ended, fortunately, which will give me two or three extra hours a week.
I’m at least ten books behind on the Velvet’s Bookstacks blog. The stack of books to be reviewed is sitting right in front of me, and I’m discouraged to realize that there are a couple of them I’ve already forgotten. If they were that forgettable in the first place, it won’t be any fun at all to skim through them again to jar my memory.
Trips to the vet
There were two of them in the last eight days, both in the middle of thunderstorms and at the height of Baton Rouge rush-hour traffic. Butch needed to get his stitches removed, and Kadi needed to have her thyroid levels checked. I’ll have to take Butch back once more for a recheck, but he seems to be doing well. Kadi has gone from hypothyroidism to hyperthyroidism, so we’ve cut back on her medication, and she now needs more extensive testing to rule out Cushings disease. I’ve spent a lot of time online comparing the symptoms of both hyperthyroidism and Cushings. I’m thinking we need to get the thyroid condition under control before we do the Cushings tests so one condition won’t throw off the test results for the other. I’ll have to talk to the vet and see what she thinks about that.
Last weekend, when a sudden spurt of energy sneaked up and surprised me, I started cleaning out boxes and books that had long been neglected under my desk. Evidently I disturbed the dust enough to get a big snootful of it, which led to spinning rooms and drunken lurching. I spent Sunday through Wednesday of this week practically mainlining Benadryl to keep the allergy-related vertigo under control so I could work, albeit with a foggy brain.
That damn bird freaked out the other day and punctured my backside with one of the sharp spurs on his legs. I realize this incident didn't eat up any of my time, but I thought I'd add it anyway, before I forget to tell you about it. He's still beautiful, but I'm mad at him now.
As for tonight, it feels good to be home for the weekend. The opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympics will start in less than an hour, and even though I’m not much of a sports fan, I always find the Olympics inspirational. During the commercials, I’ll switch channels to watch the talking heads speculate about John Edwards’ revelations today.
It’s always something.
Note: I see lots of opportunities for links in the above post, but if I take the time to create them, I won’t get this posted tonight. Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow and do it right.