I am currently being comforted by a purring cat.
I'd like to think that Mr Fuzzypants has been
drawn to my fidgeting, and wants to ease my
impatient mind, but I think his attention has
more to do with coaxing an extra bit of kibble
from me.
Sweet G and I have been ill all week. Today,
I finally (after weeks of this cold) made a
doctor's appointment. I carefully timed it
after my school commitments, and then all
went wonky. Sweet G's cold suddenly morphed
into something that needed a doctors visit,
a visit which Big E could take her to, but
conflicted with mine. Yes, Big E is perfectly
capable of caring for the girls, but Oh My
Goodness, I HATE this waiting to hear what
the doctor said. Thus the fidgeting, and
the comfort of a purring cat.
The girl is back with her Dad.
We're relieved to find out she has a sinus
infection, and that the blood she coughed up
today came from her sinuses, not her lungs.
Oh happy days!