P365 Day 39: Get me outta here!

Sorry for the gratuitous number of Joe photos, but part of P365 is documenting what's important in a person's life in a year, and getting my Joe-Baby home from the vet is pretty damn important right now. She's acting much, much more Joe-like — moody, squirmy, purring like a motor when I hold her. She doesn't like the vet techs much — they had to put a laundry basket over her the first night before they administered sedation — but she's very happy to see Paul and me.

In the face of mounting vet bills (now topping $2,200), we're going to bring her home tomorrow. She'll be starting a special diet to help her kidneys, and we'll probably have to administer fluids to her between her shoulder blades. Makes me sad, but anything to help her get well.

Not much else is going on in our lives, other than trying to figure out how to pay down this debt on one income.

Oh, and I've got to find a way to get it through the postal service's collective head that just because we were on vacation for three months doesn't mean our apartment is vacant. Kind of funny now that I think about it; while we were getting all our bills, etc., forwarded to us, three months of advertisements were probably building up in our box. We removed the "vacant" sign when we got home, but a new one was there the next day. D'oh!