I feel like I should have something useful to report. Like… Monkey is all better now! (He’s not.) All of the doctors called back, with definitive answers! (They didn’t.) The answer to life, the universe and everything is 42!! (It is, but I’m having difficult figuring out how to apply it.)
In the meantime, inbetween phone calls to various doctors I am making soup and doing things like buying a coat for my dog. Yes. I’ve become the kind of person who says “buying a coat for my dog” and it actually MEANS I spent money on canine apparel. The end times are nigh. In my defense, this here is a very southern pup and we’re supposed to be headed home to New England for Christmas and dogsicles are not my favorite. Of course, at this point, it’s unclear if we’re actually making that trip, but if we are, goshdarnitall, I have solved the problem of keeping Licorice warm.
That may be the only problem I’ve solved, but I needed a little victory today.