If I'm out hunting come right on in

( (most of) a month of days )

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Gentleman cat is obviously feeling better. He is, however, milking it for all he's worth. He has housemate convinced that he must be hand-fed at every meal or he shall waste away from hunger.

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I visited the Old Man last Friday and it just so happened to be the day they were holding their vaccine clinic in the residence - they had arranged for a pharmacist to come in and give everybody both their flu and Covid shots. I took him into the room and while I was sitting with him after, it occurred to me to ask, "Can I have one too?"

"If you fill out the forms, I'll give you a shot." Perfect! So both are now sorted, easy and convenient. One in each arm so I was sore on both shoulders for a couple of days but that was it. I lucked out and got the Pfeizer, the Moderna always kicks my ass.

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I took Monday and Tuesday off work and just - dug through my to-do pile. Mostly making a kajillion phone calls to banks and doctor's offices and making sure all the bills are paid. I now have spreadsheets for renovation bills, Old Man bills, monthly household bills, AND one for trying to put together a post-housemate-moving-out budget because spreadsheets is how I feel like I have some kind of grasp over what's going on and therefore manage to fend off just succumbing to full-blown panic.

Ahem.

I'm getting really close to the deadline where the house has to be fucking finished. It's making me more than a little bit frantic.

Breathe. Trying to remember to breathe.