Themes! and Some Other Stuff.

Man alive! It's actually pretty busy tonight, with one hospital call after another. I'm not really sure what's going around out there this Thursday, but if it's not sickness, these calls indicate injury. Remember- if it happens to be zombie bites and plague, aim for the brain and run, don't fight - don't risk a bite! 

( Kind of long today )

On a totally different side note, my wrists have been acting really oddly lately. They don't hurt, but they're prone to popping and feel really stiff.  I'm wondering if there's something about the keyboard angle and desk/chair height that's doing something to them.

Whew. Ok.

I woke up bushed, and I didn't go anywhere all day though I was able to get in touch with the local vet to see if they took care of rats. I got a 'maybe', which means I get to set an appointment and have them looked at and then I'll know what I'm doing next. Viski suggested going to Montclare some time ago, but I've always had good luck with this place in the past and they're right up the street, so if they'll take them I'll probably just go there. 

Just because I didn't go out doesn't mean I just sat around though. I actually didn't have that much time for much, so after I checked my messages and stuff, I helped with dinner, gave the rats a bath and cleaned their cage. I've rarely seen anything quite as irate as a wet rat. I soaked the protective hoodie I wore while bathing them to protect myself from tiny rat claws, but it was good I wore it 'cause they seriously endeavored to scamper up my arm. Baby Rat succeeded, at which point I decided her bath was over, because wet and shivering, she refused to come down from my shoulder. 

Actually, she didn't just run up my sleeve, she crawled inside the sleeve and scampered up through there, presumably to stay hidden.  I gave them each a piece of ham and a raisin as a peace offering, and they seemed to forgive me. After I finished with their cage, I was amazed at how much more fulfilled I felt after doing an hour of pet stuff then I did after a full night of work. I wouldn't want to clean pets for a living, but it just kinda proves that we make our own fulfillment. I spent most of the rest of the evening rooting around for things to possibly bring to the yardsale, though I don't expect everything to be considered worthwhile.  I was just kinda like, "What? This is what I got? Crayons I never used, some outdated role-playing books, and some assorted non-fiction?" I think I've got some shirts I don't wear anymore somewhere, but I typically give that away every few months. I always thought of myself asa someone who accumulates stuff, who had to really work to defeat that habit, but I guess I succeeded some time ago. ^_^;