I sent a note to the vet about his refusal to come out of the dark. Current guessing his his medication or just his healing but if there's something I need to know or do, I figured I'd ask.
Today I am leaving him on his own for a bit. I have errands to run and I'm going to run 'em.
Also I need to change the sheets on the bed. It is full of kitty litter.
The second best fried chicken place here (with, of course, Popeye's being first) has always borderline annoyed me. They are a local chain and when you go to pick up your food they are kind of mean. BUT their fried okra is the very best and you can fridge or freeze it for later delight. Their chicken is pretty good. Their delivery situation is very good. So they are in my rotation. BUT, yesterday I read that they have dolled out $50,000 in grants to other black owned restaurants in the area. I mean, come on. Giving out money is great but giving out money to your competition? That's just cool. So be mean, I'm ok with it now.
Popeye's is not close. It's in a far flung almost burb called White Center. Monday, when I was talking to the vet, she asked if I could possibly bring Biggie to the White Center office for his next bandage change since that's where she'll be that day. I said yes instantly and she was surprised. So I explained... Popeyes!! Turns out she's from Alabama originally and LOVES working in the White Center office because POPEYES!! We be cool.
Whoa! I just saw that I'm getting a big old fat raise! Social Security is getting a one time boost because whothefuckknows and I'm going to get $150 a month more next year. Much funner news than william shatner going into space. I'm over that and hearing about going where no man has gone before. But I am not now nor have I ever been a star trek fan. I am a bank account fan - particularly my bank account.
I think I'll go get in the shower. My errand destinations don't open til 10 and it's just after 8 but won't kill me to get ready. And maybe Biggie will come out for some ear rubs.