One of those weird days, as the schedule shifted beneath our feet. Surgeries coming in under time, what looked like a gap closed without warning. Turnovers that needed an extra set of hands. I was to give scrubs lunches, in four rooms with two surgeons, so - gaps. Except that nothing went as planned, two cancellations, suddenly a 30 minute minimum, probable hour, became 20 minutes. I kept scrambling, and helping with opening other cases.
Confusing day.
Moby and Eleanor chasing around, Moby so into the idea of this as play that I think he takes it too far. Like guys with too little social skills. No harm in them, but in need of correction. Better than him being put off and afraid of her. An overcorrection, but not a bad one. Something between play and an argument, not to the level of a fight. Moby a little TOO interested, stalking and pushing. But she keeps coming back and hanging near. We don't really understand, since it's all in Cat.
I honestly think at this point, we just have to let them work it out themselves.
More tomatoes. Watered, because this is the hottest summer since 1948. Plants distressed, but so much stronger than last year, better now. Hoping for moisture.
Tomorrow, the Pioneer Day parade. Not going, too hot, to much of a muchness. Another day off. Rest of the week uneven.
Continuing to enjoy the Craig Johnson books. Smart, funny, sparkling writing, a joy.
3 comments:
That sounds so typical of boyish play - always on the very edge of going Too Far! It sounds as if Eleanor will be able to control things.
I am a fan of the television series, Longmire, and have wondered about Johnson's books. I'll have to check them out - literally, at the library.
I think the cats are courting each other - without all the violence and screaming.
Crow,
Just hissing and mrrring. At 0400 this morning. On the other hand, that's how Bostonians speak politely to each other.
I think the books are better, but having the show for the voices helps. I think it is very well cast, well shot.
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