Clocks and Wet Cats with Bladder Stones

Today, I:

Took lots of cold medicine.

Taught two classes (which were populated by surprisingly brilliant people who blew me away).

Watched A. and M. on campus while their parents attended a faculty meeting (A. loves clocks and loves pointing them out. The problem is, he can’t really do consonant blends yet, so the “l” sound gets dropped. So, you can imagine my mild horror as we walked to the bookstore and then the library, past the giant clock tower twice, while A. pointed and hollered his version of “Clock! Clock! Big clock!” Oh, my.)

Dropped Gracie off at the vet this morning and picked her up this afternoon. She’s got a bladder stone. Yay.

Fought ridiculous traffic, which had resulted from a major wreck and an “All traffic must exit” sign that had been mistakenly left out.

Got home, realized my plans to attend the department welcome back party were foiled (there was absolutely no way I’d make it there on time with the traffic the way it was—and I couldn’t have stayed in town to wait it out because I had Gracie with me). Was bummed. (This was my night to make a smashing impression!)

Gave Gracie a bath because she had peed at the vet’s office and then sat in it. (Ugh.)

Hello, Friday. Thank Heavens it’s the weekend…