Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me.
To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the two cats who currently require it. Newton needs his liquid antibiotics to heal up from having had four teeth extracted (this included stitches, poor thing), and Beeper needs her ear drops. Newton has two things that make dosing him difficult:
- opinions
- claws
I’m not sure I can put this off any longer. I must contemplate higher blogging concepts while taking care of life’s ephemera.
In other words, time to hit the save button!
white pebble 