Web & print designer. World traveler, photographer. Posting travel, culture, design, photography, illustration. I'm also @quickwitter on twitter
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Kevin had surgery on his arm on Wednesday - he has badly developed veins and periodically they have to go in and block off areas and reroute blood. They use a tourniquet and in the past injected alcohol to “scar” the veins shut. This time they used a black “epoxy” type substance called Onyx. Historically, the recovery requires many weeks, with lots of pain even with tons of drugs. This time, not so much. He;s going to go back to work this week.
During Kev’s surgery three different clients emailed me asking me to make changes on their jobs - “since I know you are not doing anything.” This, added to the client who sent me changes on Christmas Eve Day and wanted them by Christmas afternoon, have me drawing boundaries and digging in to protect myself from 24/7/365 total burnout.
We have been giving our diabetic dog too much insulin, for those in the know, we have been balancing N & R ourselves for the past 4 years on our insulin dependent dog instead of doing a straight 70/30 mix. But somehow the past day or two she zigged and we zagged. Eek! She was off the charts low 15 minutes ago but is bouncing back now after a glucose tab.
We are on day two of installing a perch in the chicken coop…this is akin to installing a clothes rod in your closet, however with a physicist, (a one-armed physicist at that), things while accurate, are not speedy.
Last night we went out to dinner. We returned home about 11:30 and I was dead on my feet. I shuffled out to lock up the chickens for the night and realized that they had gotten open the little coturnix quail cage. They peck at the dopey heart-shaped plastic closure and have gotten good at getting it open. When the door opens it creates a handy ramp for the quail to escape and the chickens climb in and eat their food.Win-win, right?
So for 45 minutes I’m climbing around on hands and knees trying to sort the 6 docile coturnix, from the 13 not so friendly bobwhites. FYI, they look remarkably similar in the dark. And of course, all 13 chickens have to join in the fun. They love to chase the quail making the rescue attempt a keystone-cop-esque event. Wide awake after that we were up until 2AM watching old episodes of “Bones”
I returned to the gym this week. It feels good to be this sore. I’ve been working out with my Dietitian, she’s like a zen, slow-loris, but it keeps me mindful of the speed with which I work out and to take my time and make every rep count.