A strange and stressful day. Spooky and I were up at 6 a.m., after not sleeping much, and she was out of here with Selwyn by 7 a.m. to get him to the vet. She was back and hour or so later, and we proceeded to spend the day waiting for the vet to call and worrying about him, because, you know, HE'S OUR SON.
I tried to write, but I was too stressed out. I read most all of Barry Gifford's Sultans of Africa.
And I heard the news that Rutger Hauer has died at 75. That was a shock, and I don't think I've really processed it quite yet.
Spooky retrieved Selwyn a little after 4 p.m., and he came back happy and doped up, and all our worry was for nothing.
And that was my weird and mostly wasted day. Booya.
tired
