My cat is sick. Hyper thyroid plus kidney dysfunction. He eats all the time and still loses weight...plus that fun vomiting problem.
It's supposed to snow tonight and we have a winter storm advisory in our area. People in the Northeast would snicker at what constitutes a winter storm in the Pacific Northwest.
I'm feeling okay but caught a cold roughly a few hours before I saw The Lost Dogs in concert. While having no fewer than two Hall's Honey Lemon throat drops in my mouth I listened to some awesome independent Alt Country/Rock and some great stories about Route 66.
I patronize any place that hires handicapped people...especially those with mental handicaps. The Fred Meyer Store near where I work has a gal named Noreen who takes the carts in from the parking lot. She works hard, always has a smile and always brightens my day just to talk to her. We talked the other day and she said to me, "You seem to come here during your lunch time...you should pack a lunch." I guess Noreen would rather I stay away from the store or is concerned that I may be spending too much. Not sure how to read that one. Hmm.
My advent calendar told me to make an elf hat last night. Screw you calendar!
I called my mom this morning and she was getting an in-house massage in her living room. For the record, if I was getting a massage in my house...I wouldn't be answering the phone. That reminds me of a story I'll tell sometime.
I'm very behind on Christmas shopping. Being sick puts me further behind.
Okay, I need to go get jacked up on cold medicine again. Talk to you later.