I’m up early today because I have to take Robbie to the vet and I don’t know how long they’ll keep me vegetating in their waiting room. She has this thyroid thing and it’s time for them to check her blood again.
I have prepared a nice post for you to appear while I’m at the vet’s. Tomorrow it’s my turn at the doctor’s, and Thursday I have to take Patty to the eye doctor–and they have just moved without telling any of their patients, I don’t know how she found out.
Oh, well, at least the cats will fight when we get back home. They always fight after one of them has been to see the vet.
Of course they fight when one of them comes home from the vet. The returning one smells strongly of The Enemy.
A dab of vanilla extract on each of ’em… didn’t work.
Sounds like you have just a dandy week ahead. Mine is not a lot better either. We can pray for one another.
You’re in my daily prayers, Erlene.
Thank you, and you and Patty are in mine. Together, we can make it.
Today makes me wonder, though. I am feeling worse than ever, just down and out.
I’m praying for you, Erlene.
Lee, can we have an encore of “In the Garden”?
There’s a lot of people feeling like that, including me. I think it’s the nooze that’s got us down. We should be laughing at this stuff, but it’s too serious a threat to our country for that.
Hang tough! Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might. That goes for me, too.