My foot surgery is scheduled the day before Thanksgiving. Goody. AND... there's a bone spur nestled in the knuckle of my toe. So double goody.
Last night I went 12 rounds with a 5 pound calico and got my ass owned. Nasty little beast bit my thumb and scratched me till I bled in 3 separate areas. I'll probably wind up with distemper. Or maybe kennel cough.
This has been such a hectic week. Mentally and physically exhausting. I've been trying not to over-tax my brain. Stopped reading "The Likeness" and started reading a Lisa Kleypas novel. Can't watch anything more engrossing than "That 70's Show".