AM
It’s yet another Friday. I’m glad that the work week is about to end. Hopefully, I’ll scrore some rest after I punch out. Last night’s sleep was ard to come by. Rose wasn’t in the room to pet or snuggle. I missed her heading rubbing against my jaw. Diane says that Rose’s name for me is "Beardo."
I woke around 3AM. I have concerns for one our other cats, Claude. He hasn’t been very energetic lately. Food consumption seems down. And he is vomitting more regulalry than usual. Mostly clear and frothy. I suppose it may be more of a hard cough. At the un-Godly hour this morning, I checked on him. He was crouched on a stool, instead of sleeping in the spare bed. The food left for him in the office was untouched by him or the last cat in our trio, Toa.
I went back to bed after making the rounds to check on them and empty my bladder. Then spent a good hour trying to settle back to sleep. It wasn’t happening, so I checked tracking on a couple of shipments and scrolled the TL. Diane woke and asked me if I was okay. I said I was and she went back to sleep. I put the phone back on its charging stand. Tucked my glasses into a case. Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
My thoughts rolled around from this to that. They weren’t loaded with worry or anxiety, but they were engaging and probative. That kind of restless mind is probably the most annoying when trying to sleep. I could feel myself on the edge of sleep. Then yanked back as a new thing worked its way through.
Now today. A few minutes from clocking in. We wait to hear from the emergency clinic. Hopefull Rose will come home today. Hopefully, our grumpy cat will recover.
PM
A quickie update before I slip off to bed. Rose returned home. She is very stoned on pain meds, but seems to be in much better spirits. This week ended with little accomplished. There are just some things that don’t appear fixable. I’m sure that I’ll figure it out later, but for right now, I’m not sure what is breaking that thing.
It’s good to know that we may get through this season without a tragedy. As harsh as the year has been, I don’t know how well I would take it. I don’t know how well Diane would take it. This close call with Rose helps refocus the preciousness of time.
