D's little procedure went well and expeditiously, leaving me with a reasonable wait. Full of The Price Is Right clamour. Then, when Animal Cops came on, an episode I'd not seen, two screeching children and one person with a perpetually ringing phone, and two women right behind me in a non-stop conversation in French.I'm not mad at people with loud children. Not as such. But their volume, suddenness and pitch, are physically painful, and very startling. People who sit too close, then can't shut up in public, I'm not ok with.
But, less than an hour and a half later, the nurse brought out a loopy D for me to take home. He's feeling fine, better in some ways, though tired. We ordered Chinese, which helped both of us, even if the Fortune cookie messages were trite and boring.
Ok, it IS flurrying quite a lot, but I wouldn't call it proper snow. Pretty much melting as it hits, or shortly after.
Glad I brought the sprouting grass and still unsprouted catnip in, but it took Moby no time at all last night to find it and clamber in for a nibble. Then he got the loose potting soil all over the arm of the couch. Which I'd just vacuumed. Ah, the joys of having a cat around.