Unturned

It's been a rough few weeks, y'all. River's been sick with an unknown stomach thing. She had surgery for a bad tooth (unrelated maybe) yesterday. The good news is that went well. The additional good news is that her bloodwork is fine and the x-rays were clear. The obvious bad news is we have no idea what's making her throw up repeatedly. It's a long shot but I'm really hoping maybe the fact that her tooth bothered her meant she's been chewing on things she shouldn't have and that has made her sick. She seems fine overall. Rigel is extremely upset that she smells funny. It's a lot of drama.

The wildfire smoke is bad, so I've been on the verge of a not-quite but almost migraine for the better part of three days. Also stress related? Probably.

I did finally make it back to lifting today. I am going to have to go lay down in the dark as a reward(?) here shortly. I've got a backlog of work I'm trying to get through and two deadlines - one in two weeks and one at the end of October - that are taking up any awake time. After the cost of those vet visits I'm also desperately wanting to get these edits done so we can get Wolves into some editorial acquisition eyeballs.

All that to say, here, have a poem. It's not mine but a friend sent it to me and I love it a lot. I've been thinking about it for a week solid.

Love you, take care of yourselves.
K

...well I thought I hit post on this yesterday * face palm * Apparently not. Here you go.