It’s also the month our garden started blooming so here are some photos to go along with the story.
First off, we’re continuing to devote an hour a day total to Plushie’s eyes. We were starting to get the hang of it but Plushie’s now had enough: he avoids getting into position for the eyes (one where it won’t hurt TYG’s back to bend down and apply the eye drops) as much as possible, even when tempted with treats. So that adds to the time and frustration.
Trixie spent Wednesday afternoon and early evening with diarrhea — thank goodness it didn’t last any longer — plus the pain in her ribs that I’ve mentioned before (I don’t have links) resurfaced. TYG triggered it for the first time and freaked out over the pain cry (I don’t blame her, it sounds terrible). We had that to worry about and an extra doctor’s appointment. The squirtling poop stopped on its own and we put her back on pain meds. Those will keep her fine until her next big checkup — and at least this visit the vet heard her cry out, which apparently helps (as I thought, the sore spot is on the side of their ribs though they don’t know why it’s there).
Did I mention that TYG’s schedule left me handling dogs most of the week. And when I wasn’t, I had errands to run. As I’ve noted before, this is fair — she has to deal with bosses and other people’s deadlines, i don’t — but it gets exhausting. Wednesday in particular. Trying to finish this week’s Local Reporter article — on the Carrboro town council meeting and an upcoming business expo —and get technical facts straight while tired and taking out Ms. Squirtle got very frustrating.
We also took the car in yesterday for a checkup. By the time I got back, I should have given up writing and done something non-work for the day. However I’d gotten into the mental state where (to paraphrase CS Lewis) I did neither what was fun or what was necessary — that is, I worked at writing but without much result.
This weekend will be hectic too, but fun. I’d almost like to skip everything and hide in my bed, but I know I’ll feel better once things get going. And next week should be a lot better.
Oh, over at Atomic Junkshop I did discuss how my memories of DC’s House of Secrets in 1968 do not match the reality.
#SFWApro. Cain image by Jack Sparling. Credit for flowers goes to TYG, who’s in charge of the garden — I just move pots and tools when she tells me.
They have now died but it was quite decorative for a while. Here’s her table of seedlings from before she planted them.
This was a good week. We’re still giving Plushie a lot of drops 
I submitted my proposal for Jekyll and Hyde Adaptations in Film and TV (I imagine the title will be something close to that) to McFarland. Now I wait and see if they like it. I think my sample chapters were excellent so fingers crossed.
I posted one article at Atomic Junk Shop on how 
Most of it was Plush Dog. The glaucoma the vet diagnosed last week requires a lot of eyedrops and they have to be put in with gaps between them. This expands dog care to take in an extra half-hour in the morning. And at lunch. And in the evening. Plus she was concerned he was hurting which led to us going to the eye vet yesterday, using up a chunk of time. Though it was the right call: the Plush One had a small scratch on his eye, nothing disastrous but it requires added drops so it doesn’t hurt him.
Both covers are by Neal Adams.
I got a couple of articles done for The Local Reporter. One on a local woman who 
Other than that, I got a little work done on Let No Man Put Asunder and Savage Adventures. I also rewatched the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde to give a detailed discussion in my Mcfarland book proposal.
That the plane wasn’t anywhere near the gate was a clear sign we’d been denied, yet again. And the airport has a piss-poor selection of places to eat and no Starbucks — not that I drink coffee but at least they have decent tea. This place? The best I could find was Constant Comment.
Similarly I had a good writing week but didn’t get anything up at Atomic Junk Shop and only had one story at The Local Reporter, about Carrboro planning 
I worked on Savage Adventures, editing my analysis of the old Doc Savage pulps through 1940 (which ends with the ingenious lost race story, 
If she has any flaw it’s that she can be very stoic when she’s in pain and sometimes we miss it. Plushie’s a cry-baby when he’s hurt but that makes it easier to know there’s a problem.
Work this week went well. At Atomic Junk Shop, I look back at the moment Roy Thomas began indulging his two obsessions, the 
At The Local Reporter I wrote about 
The dogs weren’t as distracting as taking the car in to get some preventive maintenance done yesterday. I brought work but after three hours (I could have gone home to wait but the drive would have wasted more time) my mind simply ran out of steam. I didn’t regain steam when I finally got home so my day was largely shot. Frustrating.
Still, I got a fair amount of work done. I wrote a profile of Chapel Hill’s 
Over at Atomic Junk Shop I wrote a post how the seemingly 
