When Optimism and Hope Come In Threes: Anyone Who Knows Me Knows This Week Was a Little Too Much, but The Glass is Half Full

Glamis was at Companion Animal Hospital for most of the day on Friday as we set out on round two to figure out what was going on. I hunkered down at Pam's, worked from a chair, and ran ZOOM calls when I had to. I was relieved to know she was being released at 5:30 (the dog, not Pam), even if she needs to come in today for another 5 hours of fluid. She has pancreatitis, and we're trying to get her back on the healthier side. 

She was stoned like a Grateful Dead concert when I picked her up. She got in the car with her cone on, and I expected her to get out of the car when we arrived home. Her head was too heavy to lift out of the car, however. We got her inside, but she couldn't lift her head high enough to make it over the front steps. I had to carry her in. Inside, she just stared into space like a satellite dish. Then she cried. Eventually, she wanted to go upstairs to lie on my bed and I was happy she had that memory to recall her comfort place. It was, however, somewhat hilarious to see her try to lift her head up enough to climb the stairs. She couldn't do it, so I took the cone off. I let her jump on my bed where slept for many, many hours. 

Meanwhile, a package of monarch butterflies arrived (Thank you, Sue! Spring!) and I got notification that my laptop that was sent to Apple was delivered almost delivered, but I wasn't home. Long story short, I made arrangements for it to be sent to a Walgreens for a pick-up (since I missed it), but then the FedEx guy says you have 30-minutes to pick it up at the station. I hop in my car to get it. While on my way, a lady calls from FedEx to say, "We can't send a laptop to Walgreens because of the lithium battery. We need to make another arrangement." I tell her I'm on the way to pick it up and she says, "We closed 15-minutes ago. Then she said, "I tell you what. I'll look for you. I'm feeling good tonight and if you make it in ten minutes, I'll give it to you." 

I was 5 minutes away.

That never happens. 

I got my laptop, a zonked dog, and butterflies all on a Friday that started rather miserably. I said, "I'll take it. When I got home Chitunga suggested we get dinner and we ended up at the Blue Goose, which is a local haunt in Stratford where the average age of customers is 76. Chitunga lowered that average by a lot. (The photo is of the Blue Goose mascot). 

We both had fish, he had salad, I had soup, and the manhattans were perfect. I've always said he's an old soul, and an old soul he is. That's his kind of hang-out. 

I'm just thankful to the space I have right now to process the insanity of the week that was. I know it's March Madness, but it's been nothing but madness for longer than that. 

Go, Buddy Boeheim! Go!