So I’m off-routine this week because I’m actually taking some vacation time – it can be a challenge to take time out, because where I work, the programmers and me act as upper-level help desk, which means there’s interesting juggling of schedules to keep a decent level of coverage. That interacts with the deployment schedule, and gives some ‘fun’ time-off blackouts to play with.
Since my ability to organize myself kind of crapped out some years back – I suspect the screaming breakdown that ended my very short teaching career was the start – I tend not to take time off nearly as often as I should. So anyway… I’m off-routine which means I forgot to write a post last night, so I’m stream-of-consciousnessing at you.
My stream of consciousness being somewhat Odd, I tend to lose people when I do this. I’ve told co-workers a few times that it’s not so much a matter of thinking outside the box for me, because I’ve yet to find the bloody thing. My box, if my usual thinking pattern can be called such, is in an alternate dimension at illegal angles to reality. It may be made of Dark Matter although I personally suspect WTF? Matter is a more likely candidate.
In any case, life in the vicinity of Kate is trundling along at its usual pace, with assorted semi-catastrophes making things a bit more interesting than I’d prefer.
The Bugger-cat is doing well with his cancer treatment. He’s even more or less resigned to being pilled twice a day. He’s nearly doubled his weight from just before he started treatment, so he’s back to close to normal weight. His fur is regrowing from the undignified shave that an ultrasound requires, and he’s down to an appointment with the kitty-oncologist every two months. He’s also back to a lot of the antics that earned him his name in the first place (much to our relief and exasperation). Our bank account is cautiously hoping this will give it a chance to recover somewhat.
Starting out with ultrasounds every month and a specialist vet visit every 2 weeks really takes a bite out of the bank balance, and the kitty chemo isn’t exactly cheap, either. Not that we ever thought of not paying, but having a bit more breathing room would be nice.
Then there’s the worry about the Mother. She’s been hospitalized twice in the last few months, and the last I heard from the family she’s probably going to need to be in some form of managed care arrangement, soon. Which is an issue because when you look up stubborn in the dictionary, you’ll find pictures of my family. I’m sure there’s mule somewhere on both sides if you go back far enough.
This is not helped by the fact that I don’t have a passport and never seem to find time/mental space to get the process kicked off. It’s one of those “I must do that sometime” things that keeps getting lost in the latest crisis. Well… not exactly crisis, more like urgent thing I need to deal with today, but since work is generally a case of fitting normal stuff between crises because anything that comes in via escalated help desk is automatically a crisis and takes top priority. And of course by the time I’ve done a full day of that my brain has packed up and taken off somewhere.
Damn thing never even bothers to send postcards.
So that’s life in the vicinity of the Kate. It’s not bad, it’s just chaotic and never seems to stop being that way.