Well THAT was a relaxing weekend - NOT! Gary was on call Friday and Saturday, on back-up Sunday and on call again Monday. On Saturday night, the beeper started going off around 10:00 and kept it up every hour all night long. At least babies sleep for a couple of hours at a time. Apparently February 19th was the "Go Out Drinking Until the Wee Hours and Then Try To Drive Home" Festival, with four stupid DUI traumas, one right after another. We went grocery shopping on Sunday after he got home, and had a pretty uneventful day. Just as we finished dinner, the pager went off again - he had to go to one of the hospitals and do an appendix.
It snowed Sunday night - a couple of inches of heavy, wet, white stuff all over the place. I had yesterday off, but Gary was back on trauma call. He dropped me off at the Hyatt Hotel where I picked up my rental car and did a few errands. I shoveled off what was left of the snow/slush and sprinkled ice melt on the sidewalks. The guys were doing some work at the house, so I couldn't really lounge around or even do the house cleaning that I had planned. I cooked dinner and went back out to the hospital - another "stick-poked" evening.
[But at least he's not on call again until next week.]
I've often wondered about the make-up of a cat's brain. Suki has gone from being frightened of the plexiglass cover on the well to lying on top of it - suspended 20 something feet above the bottom. I didn't see that listed in the attached picture, but the rest looks pretty much on track:
I particularly like the "Mysterious Adoration of Just One Spot on the Bed". She also has that "Can Opener Sonar" which always surprises me since I have never fed her canned cat food.
[Must have been in one of her other eight lives.]
Quote du jour:
"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow."
-- Jeff Valdez
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