Nothing in Particular, Just Everything

It's been kinda hard to get motivated today. Not, that I haven't done anything, but it just feels like I haven't. It's just one of those Winter days here.

The dishes are done. Several batches of wool have been dyed this morning. Chase and I had fun out in the backyard. Well, he had fun while I threw the ball and wondered if I'd ever be able to feel my hands again. The cat and I had some cuddle time as well, until I remembered that I saw a worm on him last night and that pretty much grossed me out too much to continue with the session.

The vet has been called about that little situation this morning as well. Mr. Yarn Geek is stopping by there on his way home from work to pick up a "little something special" for our Mr. Scotty Cat. He's also picking up a bigger "little something" for the dog because Chase thinks that the little presents the cat leaves in the litter box are delectable. So gross.

This morning is also sad for me because I found out that one of the ladies that I clean for passed away on Tuesday. Her husband called to tell me that I'd have to reschedule cleaning for next Tuesday because family is going to be in town. I said my usual "Oh, OK." and then he just casually mentioned her funeral and then he realized that I didn't know she had died. I could just hear the big, "Oops!" going off in his head as I tried, unsuccessfully, not to cry. That just made him feel bad and that made me feel bad. It just turned into a big awkward thing on the phone that left me apologetic and tripping over myself to hang up so I could have a good cry.

Yes, I know, it's one of those things that just happens now. She's not in any more pain. It doesn't even really come as a surprise as she has been sick for a really long time. I can even forgive her husband for sounding relieved over the phone because I know that my family has been in a similar situation in the past. It's not like anyone wanted her to die, but now she's sleeping and that is more comfortable than she was alive.

The dog seems to know something is up because he keeps trying to stick his head in my lap. He's looking up at me with his big brown puppy eyes and licking my arms. Ugh, just remembered where that tongue has been. Well, it felt like warm fuzzy puppy love for a second there. He knows how to get me moving doesn't he?