My damn neighbor has been gone for the better part of two weeks (pet house-sitting) and I've been watching her cat. Which is fine. I've known the little maniac since she was a kitten. She finally gets back today, and limps in to her apartment. She'd already texed me a couple days ago how it hadn't been a good day.
It turns out she tore her big toenail off at Jiu Jitsu practice. She insisted on showing me the video of her tearing it the rest of the way off.
Then she told me she spent all her money on a Jiu Jitsu retreat. In
Brazil. End of August.
She's impulsive and nuts, but I know that. Right now she's down in her apartment gathering everything together she can find to sell on Facebook Marketplace to make a little cash. What this means for
me is she'll be hitting me up for dinner on occasion until then. Meh. It's okay. She feeds me frequently too. (She tried to kill me off with some Snickerdoodles the other day. One thing a diabetic does NOT need is a Snickerdoodle, much less 8 of them.)
On top of that, Finn the cat still has an injured front paw that I can't figure out, I'm in the middle of School Bus Driver training, and it's hot. I need to study to take a test at the Department of Licensing, AND I just got a tooth crowned today that I can't really afford right now. It hurts.
As the ancient Chinese curse goes: "May you live in interesting times."
/ I took it as a there was a potential