We took Henry back to the vet today. Dr. Barnes thinks he's doing okay, holding his own on his weight and looking better. But he's been huddled in the back of the closet all day since we got home, and as far as we know hasn't eaten or drank a thing.
They gave him another bag of fluids, and we're now giving him cortisone pills twice a day.
(It's hard to believe this morning he actually came out on his own and jumped up on the bed three times and slept under the covers with me for a while . . .)
Anyway, tomorrow is back to work, and I'm hoping it will pump up my energy level. Too much 'time off' isn't necessarily a good thing. I certainly don't think it's contributed to my own health.
On the writing front, I actually got three votes for my Twilight
story (and only one against, hehe); and I supposedly got two for my Tudor verse story, although I swear one was for the wrong story. There were so few entries in the latter, one writer (the only one who didn't get any negative votes) was declared the winner. So that's over.
Anyway, I'm feeling so blah, I'm not sure I'll take the time to feedback all the folks who ask for it, which I've done the last two rounds. We'll see.
story was something I'll always remember writing, because of immersing myself in the time period (1918) and then getting the chance to talk about it on our trip to the beach last week. One of the things I spent hours on is the baseball aspect, actually finding things in my research that you can't find at Wikipedia (for instance, I found the announcement in the Chicago Tribune archives of pitcher Grover Cleveland Alexander being drafted in April of that year, which meant he missed the World Series). I loved it when we were driving to the coast and Wayne mentioned that he had a relative who once talked about playing against Alexander in a minor league game.
Now I just want to finish the full story, which I had to cut down to near-nothing to make the competition word count. I have a feeling if I don't do it now, I'll never do it. I'm so in love with this whole back story thing, I wish I could do my own banner (and maybe I'll give it a shot).
And since I hate the prompt for the next round, I might use a skp . . . but if I skip one round, will I ever get back to it? I know myself so well.
In the meantime, shout out to myhope
who has been in the hospital. We've missed you much!