Well, I’m back on the couch.
Well, I’m back on the couch.
No, no, it’s actually better than it sounds. Or worse, depending on
how you look at it.
Two weeks ago I was on the couch because C&A were staying here while
in-between residences; I didn’t
mind letting them sleep in the
bed, but for obvious (right?) reasons, that put me on the couch for a
couple of days. No biggie — I learned a lot of
previously-forgotten information about the activity cycles
of kittens.
This week began innocuously enough: 3-hour meeting for me (coulda been
60 minutes, tops, I’m telling you), similarly uneventful day at
Erin’s office (hey, she didn’t have to fire anybody, so right
away this week is better than last). But then, at about 3:30, I get
a call from Erin:
ERIN: Hi, I’m on the floor. I twisted
my ankle pretty badly; I think it may be sprained or fractured.DAN: On my way! [He leaps into a
nearby telephone booth.]
So, no breaks or fractures, just some sprained ligaments. (Thank you,
X-Ray Vision™!) Of course, I say “just”, but she’s
hobbling around on a swollen foot … and will be out of work for at
least a day. (She wasn’t even convinced of the bit about the sick day
until just a couple of hours ago.)
And she really needs to have her foot elevated while she sleeps, and
enough space to spread out, so — with some urging on my part —
she has the bed to herself (and it’s back to the couch for me).
Ah, hello, cats.