The fun part: my brother came by for a visit. Not the first time I’ve seen him since I moved up here but the first time he’s been in our house.
While that left my work week one day short, I hoped to make it up with good, efficient work. Alas, no. Tuesday, we had work done on the side of the house, where a woodpecker had done a number on the siding. Not only was the drilling jarring, the dogs freaked out — I lost the ability to concentrate.
Wednesday I had to take Trixie in for a dental exam. Turns out she has several bad teeth — it’s a chihuahua thing — which made it pricier, plus a little more unsettling. I hate being reminded our dogs are mortal.
Still, I’d taken the dental appointment into account. I didn’t account for Plushie’s eye acting up, and that I’d have to take him to the dog optometrist. Followed by another appointment today, plus working around the housecleaners.
I did get further on Southern Discomfort‘s final draft and I began my next draft of the Doc Savage book. As I have sections for each year detailing changes in the magazine and developments in the world, I went through and polished those. A small thing but I wanted it out of the way.
I didn’t get anything up at Atomic Junk Shop but I did put a story in The Local Reporter on Carrboro Elementary’s PTA helping buy school supplies.
Overall a disappointing week. But next week, September starts fresh!
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And Wisp exploring the table while I’m caged with the Plush One on the couch.
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Snowdrop, meanwhile, has been trying to befriend Trixie. She’s tentatively okay with it.
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Wisp on a table.
And from a few weeks back, Snowdrop on a chair. 
Then Monday after we returned from physical rehab Plushie suddenly started making with his hurt whimper, apparently at random — that is, nobody was touching him or doing anything. Eventually it became clear it was his neck and it was hurting him a lot. TYG took him to the emergency vet and we decided to let him stay there, doped up on enough meds he wouldn’t hurt or be lonely.
Wisp, thank goodness, is doing fine. So is Trixie.
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And here’s Snowdrop demanding attention, and Trixie giving it to him.
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— but she hadn’t made much effort to resist when the door was open and I even lightly restrained her. But there she was, on the deck, refusing to come in, even when we offered food. She showed up again later, same result, then vanished most of the day. This left me pretty miserable: sure, she made it five years between when we first saw her and when we finally brought her in this summer, but it’s still a risky life to be an outdoor cat. Plus she’s still limping from her leg injury; what if she thought she still had her old speed and ended up in a coyote or hit by a car?
I didn’t get anything done on Let No Man Put Asunder but overall I’m pleased.
