Friday, Friday, Friday, I am so glad you showed up at last! This has been one of those weeks when even though most of it was OK, one big bad thing happened to me at work that has left me emotionally and physically exhausted. It annoys me that one specific event can control you for a whole week. So I am especially glad that it's Friday and the weekend beckons so that I can relax and push the restart button.
At least Pip bounced back from his vet appt yesterday. I dropped him off at 2:35 for a 2:40 appt (you still can't go in with them), and expected them to call in about half an hour or so to say he was ready for pickup. By 4:00, nothing. So finally I called and asked if he was ready, and if he was OK (because of course I was imagining that they found something seriously wrong), and they said they had been trying to call us since about 3:15! The problem was, they had transposed the digits in the phone number, so no one at the wrong number was picking up (and they would have probably been really confused if they had). GAH. Anyway, I picked him up, he is fine and all is well. But I feel bad, because he was probably wondering what was going on and why I wasn't picking him up. The good news is that he came home, ate his dinner and continued on as if that whole blip never happened. I need to be more like Pip!
Clearly this a.m. he is just sleeping all of it off.