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A Hectic Life Is Teaching Me To Roll With The Punches
When it rains cats and the day doesn’t quite go as planned.
It was supposed to be my “day of all the writing.” I mean, I had epic goals.
I was going to wake up at 6:30 in the morning (okay, that one even I know is unrealistic). Edit: I was going to wake up at 7 in the morning, brush my teeth, wash my face, set the coffee-maker to brew my necessary morning cup of wakefulness, and sit down to have myself a prolific day of writing.
At least, that was the plan.
The week prior had been a blur. After a weekend of driving eight hours back and forth to visit my mom and getting very little sleep in the bedroom at my family home I’ve labeled “conducive to nightmares”, I started the work week with a sick partner (I really learned to appreciate the number of things he gets done in the day-to-day), and a host of veterinary and human doctor’s appointments.
My brother’s cat needed two appointments on different days. He’s given her a cute little name: Jelly Belly. Toward me, she is the opposite of anything I would call cute. “Ferocious” or “Guardian of the Underworld”, I feel, are better titles for that particular cat.
After her first appointment, which was a simple physical, I brought her back home in…
