This week has already been an interesting one. With the onslaught of midterms and some hefty assignments at work, I thought I was doing pretty well just to be waking up on time in the mornings. I just never seem to get enough surprises to keep me on my toes.
My truck is currently sitting in the back of the Old Navy parking lot. Dave borrowed it to drive to Greenville on Sunday night, but the battery died halfway there. Brian changed the battery, and all was well and good until the truck died as I was on my way to Wal-Mart. I would take a gander and say that it is the alternator or something, but that’s Brian’s problem now. After all, it is technically his truck.
It caused some minor transportation problems today, though, as I had already made an appointment at the vet to get Penny fixed. Yes, my troublesome evil dear sweet kitty is having the surgery today. Saturday I bought her a kitty crate in Greenville. As she has never had one before (at least not as long as I’ve had her, since she was a palm-sized little kitten), she hadn’t yet built up the dread and fear most cats learn to associate with the carrier. She was quite comfortable in it, until it got to the car and we started it. Overall though, I’d say she traveled well. I thought she would lose it for sure when we were sitting in the waiting room and three large and loud dogs entered at once. She hissed a bit, but kept her cool. That comforts me; I hope she is that calm during the whole procedure. I get to pick her up right after work today, and take home some pain meds to keep her drugged for a while. Maybe a few weeks…
