Charlie is still limping on, his ear is still really red but seems to be slightly less swollen than it has been. The vet bills are decimating my grocery allowance so I’ve become the worlds greatest mooch, nomming free food whenever I come across it. I’m caught in a loop whereby surely the next intervention will restore some base line of health and my finances will become manageable again… and if I was going to pull out, why do it now and not $600 ago? Some hard calls are going to have to be made soon if things don’t improve.
But in the meantime I’m not thinking about it, I’m doing homework and cleaning and sorting boxes and other deeply exciting things that make me leap out of bed in the morning, bursting with excitement and joy de vivre. Hard rubbish collections have been fruitful lately, I now have a toaster! And a washing basket! And a pair of two seater couches were left on the verge nearby, so yesterday’s goal list was suddenly changed to ’empty out and sort through boxes in van, collect couches, repack boxes into van’. Feeling rather pleased with myself. They’ve clearly been left out in the rain at one stage because they smell lovely and clean despite being full of hand rolled tobacco odds and ends. The great circle of life continues….
