To bed at midnight, awake at six. Became aware of right shoulder muscle hurting, and attempted moving around to relieve it, to no avail. Half-way between still being asleep and only somewhat awake, I thought, "Oh,no. I need to get up and put a patch on it." Finally was able to wake up fully, got out of bed, and . . . the pain went away! Apparently the aching muscle pain came from sleeping on it for too long in an awkward position! PHEW!
Watching GMA and worried about herring. Never can remember what part of in/or around L.A. she lives, but OMG the fires there are very scary. I'm praying for her and her hubby's safety.
Snow is being predicted for tonight and tomorrow, and into Saturday, then next Thursday-ish. Oh joy. It's supposed to get to only 2-3 inches accumulations, but, 'might' get to 3-6 inches, 'IF' the winds change. Well, I am only working Sunday 7a-7p, so at least I don't have to worry about driving in the midst of it. Couldn't anyway, as I am still under "house-arrest" through Saturday, per doctor's orders.
Hubby washed Ozzy's face yesterday, to get out the accumulated crusty eye-gooky's. We have a double kitchen sink. Hubby sets Ozzy into one sink, on a towel, with his front paws draped and resting over the divider between sinks, so his head and face are easily accessed by the faucet/sprayer. His eyes have always drained at a ridiculous rate, daily. Today we are going to get the fur around his eyes trimmed down and also clear out the fur that surrounds his butt. It won't look pretty, because I am no kind of groomer, but we have to do something to keep those areas clear until whenever it is we can get them to the groomer. Hubby holds him in his arms, and I wield the scissors and the electric shaver. He tolerates it amazingly well, though he is sure to grumble; but I think that is just for show.
Last night while I was rubbing Pippy's tummy, I managed to sneak the sharp hair-scissors near enough to get the tips of the fur of her ears cut off...the fur there is long enough to drag in her food when she eats and it had kind of 'glued' the fur together. ICK! The scissors are super-sharp so they don't drag and catch at the fur. Thankfully, it was quickly done and she seemed not to notice it at all. If she had been aware of what I was going to do or had done, she would've been off the sofa in a flash, giving me "the look" and there would be no way of tricking her for the rest of the night. She's paranoid! She is quite a tricky one to get anything like that done to, she wiggles and squeals to an astonishing degree, like she is being tortured and killed. I don't know how the groomer manages to get anything done to her, and I'm not sure I want to know. But it's the same at the vet, she doesn't fuss or struggle with them, either. Ozzy grumps and grouses throughout the grooming but is only verbal, not given to snapping or biting.
Not sure what I will be doing during my respite-ing today. Probably will have to nap a tad this afternoon, when my early rising catches up to me. Guess I'll take a shower and wash my hair. Beyond that, I can't say, and one of the reasons for that is that almost every time I say here that I am going to do this or that . . . I do nothing of the kind.Wonder why that is?
Hope everyone's Thursday is kind to them. See you later on this afternoon!
(Now let's see who has posted while I've been dawdling over my keyboard.)
Yeah, there's Joe. Hey Joe! I have a wonderful idea (of course!), about what to get your sister and bro-in-law! It should be something outrageously UNLIKE them, maybe big and gaudy, and absurdly impractical. Then if they express amazement or question WHY, tell 'em if they can't or wan't say what they want or what you might get them, then they gotta take what they get! Personally, I think it would work, as long as it's not done in an 'ugly' way; it merely
has to be something ridiculous.