Finney didn’t eat well this morning, plus he seems to be hanging around the water bowl, which is never a good sign. I have to get him to the vet. Plus, my doctor didn’t call me back yesterday and I still have to double-check this weird vision thing, although I’m not overly concerned about that. I’m sure it was an ophthalmic migraine.
And I have to get to the gym, I haven’t been since Saturday, I have to work on my book edits, answer my email, call the dentist about mailing a check, track down my UPS package, practice my choir pieces. In other words, I’m feeling very stressed out. Mostly by concern for Finney. If the cats aren’t alright, life is not alright.