I went to get my hair cut the other day and was reading a paper book while waiting. This was just a walk in place. I don’t have a normal stylist. When I got called back, the lady said, “Are you person I talked to a while back who was going to a library conference?”

I started to say no because I’m not a librarian. Then I remembered that I went to the National Book Festival sponsored by the Library of Congress back in August. How did this person I hadn’t seen since then remember my life better than I remembered it myself?


I’m getting ready to go on a vacation in a place where it is a totally different temperature than here. I always find that hard to pack for. It is like my brain just can’t compute packing for a different season. I know what I would wear for summer. But my brain keeps telling me I’ll need more sweaters. The worst is trying to go somewhere that is going to be 50 degrees F. My brain just can’t compute what to do with that. Is that 50 degrees in the spring when it feels warm or 50 in the fall when it feels cold?

I’ve lost 30 lbs since I last wore my summer clothes so I was trying things on. I tried on a wrap skirt that I’ve owned for years. It still has tags on because it was too tight to wear comfortably. It fits perfectly now!


I got half a day off on Friday! I did it the hard way though. I was examining a cat. She was being a good girl. I finished looking at her sore spots and touched her left shoulder. She didn’t have any skin issues there. She spun around and attacked my right hand. She bit over and over and then latched on like a dang rattlesnake. It took two of us to pry her jaws off my hand. I’m just grateful she didn’t wrap her claws around my arm. So I’m in our surgery area washing away blood to assess my 10-15 punctures, the assistant that was in the room is a crying wreck, I’ve got people starting to cancel the afternoon because I’m going to have to go to the ER because you don’t wait on cat bites, and the owner of the cat gets mad because she doesn’t like the treatment plan we made. She wants the cat to get an injection of meds. Sorry ma’am. You saw your cat just turn berserker. I’m not sending anyone else in right now to hold her and give her a shot. She’s not in the best of moods.

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It could have been way worse. My fingers all work. It is just mildly sore and swollen. You can tell you are on a successful weight loss program though when you get to the ER and they ask you how much you weigh. I was way too enthusiastic with my answer especially when it is still a number most people wouldn’t be pleased with. I managed to shut my mouth before adding “point 2” after the weight though.


The other day at work there was gentle tug of war going on through the gate. The toy is the Golden Retriever’s prized possession. We actually thought the lab puppy was stealing it until we realized the Golden was putting it back through the bars for her.


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