Once again, going to a four-day workweek proved successful. However the work that got done wasn’t the work I wanted most to do.
On the other hand, given a fair amount of dog drama, I did well. First, Plushie started doing the yelps and flinching he does when his back goes out. Unusually, he didn’t flinch when we touched his back but we know better than to think it’ll pass. We doped him up with painkillers and muscle relaxers, took him in yesterday. The vet concluded it was some sort of muscle strain rather than his back so it should be easier to fix. Most likely Plush Dudley thrashing during his grooming Tuesday pulled something. While I haven’t a photo handy, this one from previous grooming is pretty accurate. You can see the change compared to this Before photo.
Trixie gave a pained yelp Monday when our doggie PT person touched her in the sore spot. That’s alarming because the pain meds she’s on have kept her fine the past month. Then twice more during the week. My personal guess is that because we ran short briefly on her meds, she became sensitive again. I hope that’s it as the alternatives — built up a resistance, her condition’s growing worse — are more alarming. Fortunately she was scheduled for a checkup anyway. I worry a little more about her as she’s normally so stoic. That means it really hurts, and possibly that she’s hurting (but not enough to cry out) the rest of the time.
Oh, and Wisp is going in tomorrow for her annual checkup. That means a lot of very upset meowing. Hopefully, no bad news.
On the plus side, Snowdrop disappeared late last week. Around Tuesday I saw him in the woods near our house which was good news — he’s alive! — but why wasn’t he with us? And it’s way safer if he’s snoozing on our deck. Wednesday he finally showed so we feel a lot more relieved.
Amidst all that, and with TYG sleeping downstairs so we don’t have to drag Plushie up and down the stairs (this is completely the right call but it does disrupt my morning routine) I still got work done. Regrettably The Local Reporter took over the schedule instead of my own work. I like the work, I get paid for the work but I try to keep it to a minimum each week. This week, it didn’t work. I had a rush job to write about a local movie theater, then the Carrboro Town Council meeting ran three hours. I did get a good story out of it though, about the water utility raising rates $12, primarily to pay for removing PFAS “forever” chemicals from the water. It was more complicated to write than you’d think and by that point my brain was largely shot.
As a result I didn’t get any work done on fiction, only began the editing on Savage Adventures. Frustrating, though I should be able to make up the time in the rest of the month. Though I’ve said that before and been wrong.
Oh, over at Atomic Junk Shop, I reblogged my post about the first issue of Captain Action, and the rest of his short career, including them as part of my Silver Age Reread. I also blogged about a 1960s toyline called the Zeroids — turns out more of my friends have them than I expected.
#SFWApro. Captain Action cover by Irv Novick, all rights to images remain with current holders.
