...has been overtaken by the following events:
1) Tuesday evening, Jack stepped on a heavy-guage wire that went all the way through his sandal and a little way into his foot. This required spending many hours yesterday at the base hospital with Doogie Houser, Resident MD. It also required my being one of four adults required to hold Jack down so he could get a tetanus shot. He wasn't the only one who cried.
2) Daisy ate a dish cloth. This required taking her to the vet so she could spend the whole day throwing up shredded pieces of cotton while Jack was getting x-rays and having to ride in a wheelchair and screaming "NO, NO, NO!!!" while receiving a shot. I'm just grateful I was with Jack and not Daisy as no bodily fluids were involved with Jack.
3) Post-traumatic stress.
As soon as I have recovered, I'll finish up my delightful little essay on how to organize a schedule in the face of perimenopause and mid-life mental breakdown. In the meantime, please enjoy the following photo of a dog who is dumber than the rocks she eats.