Two more days until payday. Two more days until the cat goes back to the vet for a (hopefully) more optimistic diagnosis. I think her eyelid is healing at a glacial pace and she might not need further surgery.
And the Cone of Shame is really a pain in the butt for her, and us. And the medicine for her eye always runs our too firkin early.
I have, however, realised that I don't need to take the cat to the vet on the same run that gets the kids to where they need to be. And I'm going to put some towelling between her face and the bars so that she doesn't mess herself up like last time.
Today, though, is going to be Doctor Who and slacking off and not going anywhere or doing anything because I have just enough money for a tank of fuel and that's about it.
All contributions to me having a life are gratefully appreciated.