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greenstormMy baby Helen's eyelid is swollen, and she's got some red around it. Rats naturally get red around their eyes a bit when they're stressed, but this is a little extreme. I'm worried.
I'll keep an eye on it tonight and tomorrow, may be doing an emergency vet run Friday. Here's my fingers crossed.
My poor babies. I'm finally home tonight overnight, for the first time in a week. This means I get rat-snuggles in the morning. I'm home tomorrow evening too, and Thursday, because I'm doing the early wake-up thing. This should be good. I may even get laundry done. Maybe even *gasp* more clothes sorted to give away.
The new rat cage is working spectacularly well. It's quieter, makes more efficient use of space, and is generally nicer.
I'm having intense 'P'MS. Did some work on the sexy kayak wood, but not for long- there's enough dizzy, disorientation, and just plain wanting to smack anyone who talks to me that it was a bit trying. Ahwell. Had some nice chatter with people over dinner before it set in too badly. Managed not to mortally offend Juggler. It's good.
I feel the urge to sew my boy a pretty forest green crinoline to dance in. That means that this weekend I'll need to hit up Dressew for fabric as well as Coolidge Bamboo for cane rattan and the stage place downtown for makeup. I *think* that's all the money I need to worry about spending this weekend.
My tentative plans for Sunday are exciting. They involve saran wrap.
Real winter really seems to be all about dirty snow.
Now that I'm degenerating into one-liners, I'm gonna go change the babies' cage, turn on the heating pad in my bed, and stop writing. I could even practice my lines for the play...
I'll keep an eye on it tonight and tomorrow, may be doing an emergency vet run Friday. Here's my fingers crossed.
My poor babies. I'm finally home tonight overnight, for the first time in a week. This means I get rat-snuggles in the morning. I'm home tomorrow evening too, and Thursday, because I'm doing the early wake-up thing. This should be good. I may even get laundry done. Maybe even *gasp* more clothes sorted to give away.
The new rat cage is working spectacularly well. It's quieter, makes more efficient use of space, and is generally nicer.
I'm having intense 'P'MS. Did some work on the sexy kayak wood, but not for long- there's enough dizzy, disorientation, and just plain wanting to smack anyone who talks to me that it was a bit trying. Ahwell. Had some nice chatter with people over dinner before it set in too badly. Managed not to mortally offend Juggler. It's good.
I feel the urge to sew my boy a pretty forest green crinoline to dance in. That means that this weekend I'll need to hit up Dressew for fabric as well as Coolidge Bamboo for cane rattan and the stage place downtown for makeup. I *think* that's all the money I need to worry about spending this weekend.
My tentative plans for Sunday are exciting. They involve saran wrap.
Real winter really seems to be all about dirty snow.
Now that I'm degenerating into one-liners, I'm gonna go change the babies' cage, turn on the heating pad in my bed, and stop writing. I could even practice my lines for the play...
