Sunday

 My sister called last night. She was distraught over having put her dog down. She loved the dog very much but he had episodes of aggression and very recently bit her husbands face in an unprovoked attack. I don't think I was able to comfort her much. I wish I knew what to say to make things better for her/to comfort her. Life sure does get difficult some of the time.

Today is boyfriends birthday.

His older sister called me last night. We had a nice chat. She was good to her brother and he loved her.

I'm going shopping with daughter today. I'm trying to find something to hang on my living room wall. I feel like I've been looking for a year. I know one day I will see something and think OMG that's perfect! So far though I haven't.

I work tomorrow. Most of my day will be spent swabbing noses of employees and then sending the tests off with the National Guard. Tuesday son is having surgery to remove bone fragments from his back. I will be taking him and bringing him home. And then I work Friday and be doing more Covid testing.

This morning I washed all of my scrubs and any other dirty laundry. I watered my indoor plants, trimmed my tall grasses, and pulled weeds yesterday. It felt good to be in the yard again working.

My uniforms are hanging in the closet, my lunch for tomorrow is packed, my nursing bag is hanging on the kitchen door, and now I'm ready to go shopping with daughter. :O)

Wednesday

 I got my 2nd Pfizer Covid-19 vaccine a couple of weeks ago. With the first vaccine I had a super sore arm, body aches, and chilling for a night. With the 2nd vaccine I had some fatigue and a mild headache for a day. I'd do it again.

I'm off work today. Right now I'm working 2 six hour days a week doing whatever my DON needs me to do. Her last day is March 5th. I'm not sure yet where I will go from there.

Mr. Bojangles is doing well. He's in the office napping on his chair.

 We've had a couple snow falls with maybe a foot of accumulation in the past couple of weeks with artic like temperatures. I had 4 foot long icicles(they were pretty cool looking) hanging on the side of my house, ice and snow covered sidewalks surrounding my house, and the street plow kept burying my car. Luckily, and much to my surprise we had a 40 degree day followed by 50 yesterday. 90% of the ice and snow is melted. Yay!

 I plan on taking my car to the car wash today. It looks terrible! A clean car always feels so good to me.

Boyfriends sister-in-law sends me snail mail monthly. It's usually a card with a nice hand written note. It always makes me smile. I have a card here to send to her today. I'm grateful for her friendship.

I'll probably do some housework today. I like to listen to music while I clean. Is it weird that cleaning for me is cathartic? The act of cleaning decreases my anxiety and then having a clean house reduces feelings of stress. It can make it feel like all is well in the world. :O)~

Monday

 I just vacuumed the bedrooms, threw in a load of wash after cleaning the dryer vent, cleaned the litter boxes, and cleaned Mr. Bojangles feeding bowls.

I missed a text from my DON this 5 AM asking me if I would work today to cover for someone who called off and then another text at 6 AM telling me they found someone to come in to work. I slept right through the texts.

I miss my Woody.

He really did bring a lot of joy into my life. He made me smile and laugh everyday. I wanted that feeling again. I missed it. So I went to the pet store who has some rescue cats. They had a 7 month female cat that was so adorable and friendly. She had extra toes. I liked her. They also had a 2 year old long haired orange cat. He was a little shy but very sweet. I could have taken them both home. I didn't get either one of them because what I really wanted was my Woody. 

I went out of town a couple weeks ago with 2 of my sisters. We rented a cabin at a state park. As soon as we got there an ice storm moved in and continued all day and then through the night. It was kind of cool. The cabin felt warm and cozy. I was only supposed to stay 1 night but the ice storm forced me to stay an extra night. I'm kind of glad it did.                                               It was a fun time.

Mr. Bojangles is sitting with me in my bed. He's bathing as I type. My son made him a new leather collar. It's super masculine and looks very nice on him.

My cat Woody

 So my furry friend Woody was missing last time I posted.

I searched for him for a day and then another day. I finally found him near the road but in someone's driveway deceased from being struck by a car.

He may have been headed to the old house. I don't know.

 I had a nursing scrub top in my car cause I always have an extra set of scrubs in case I need a clean one while at work.  I wrapped him in the shirt and then the owner of the house brought out a blanket for me to use to wrap Woody. I was heart broken.

My middle son came over and helped me to dig a place to bury him. We decided to put him close to where I've planted my tulips. I wrapped him in his baby blanket and buried him with one of his toy mice.

My little furry friend was a playful cat. He loved taking car rides with me, and following me around the yard. His newest trick was to hide behind one of the living room curtains and jumping out at me as I walked by. The curtain is transparent, so I would see him hiding there. lol  He cracked me up.

Yesterday there was an article on-line that said cats will rest on your chest to heal you if you are sick. While I was sick with Covid-19 and Covid related pneumonia, Woody slept on my chest everyday and night. 

When I'd come home from work or from anywhere he'd run from wherever he was in the house to meet me at the door.

Everyone who met Woody loved him because he was just so cute and loveable. He really was my lil fur ball of joy. I loved him and I will miss him.

he liked to climb. he'd climb to the top of telephone poles.

he loved being outside and would follow me around as I did my outside chores.

I'd always try to tuck him in.......

me in bed sick with covid and pneumonia. he even has his right leg wrapped around my neck.

posing

this doesn't belong here but I didn't know how to delete it.

the last picture I took of my sweet little friend.

RIP Woody. I love you.

Sunday

I thought I had it all figured out my schedule at work, and what I'd be doing but I didn't. So now I have to figure it all out again. I guess it's really not that big a deal. I had felt relief though that I thought I knew what I'd be doing. You know? lol   I guess it sounds confusing. Really it isn't. Things change. Some of the time those changes screw with your plans. Oh well. I'll figure it out again. But it bites.

The super bowl is today.

I don't especially like the game. I do like the commercials and the half time show.

So yay! I'm looking forward to it.

I bought a small veggie tray and pickles to snack on while I watch the game, and stuff to make stir fry for supper.

I can't find Woody. I don't remember letting him outside but I can't find him in the house and haven't been able to since 7:30 this morning.

I've called for him, whistled for him, drove by the old house, and looked around the neighborhood for him. I hope and pray he is ok.  Lil fucker. I wish he'd come home.