My mind is going in a million different directions these days.
I’ve been typing all day with one eye on Rio, trying to discern from every little sigh and moan and how long she’s been napping and how much she’s been eating, how she’s feeling and if she’s getting better. It kills me that we aren’t sure what’s wrong, and so we aren’t sure if what we’re doing is helping or what would indicate recovery (other than eating). She’s been eating, some, though certainly not as much as usual, and everything appears to be in working order. But I can’t see her liver and her liver is what is worrying the vet. She seems low energy/spirits today, but it has been gray and snowy out, which always signals “nap day” for my pup. She did rouse herself this evening to go bark at the squirrels in the backyard, and when I came home tonight she was standing on the back of the couch, tail wagging, and watching me through the window. These are things she didn’t do while sick.
But her nose is dry. And she left chicken in her bowl. And she still seems sad. I don’t know if she’s still fighting off the illness or she’s just mad at us for leaving her in the hospital all weekend.
I’m also dealing with other major household diversions of the non-Rio variety. I think it may be time for some outside writing dates. Jess, Lavinia, call me.
I also just have too many darn projects on my plate right now. Plus the siren call of promotion for my upcoming releases, website updates, reviews that have just started trickling in, and the awful chirp of twitter @replies.
Is it any wonder I’m going a little nuts?
Oh, for a writing retreat. Unplug, get out of the house, put my head in one project and FINISH it. Then again, this whole thing with Rio started the last time I left town, and I don’t like leaving while she’s still under the weather.