No more updates on the move. We're in limbo. They say we can come up on Wednesday but I'm not holding my breath. John is working on emptying his desk and dresser in the evenings, and I don't have any more packing to do until we have a definite moving date. My stuff is mostly already packed and I'm just sitting in front of my computer twiddling my thumbs.
Scouty's abscess is healing beautifully - it's almost gone. The girls are being pains in the rump about their gooshyfood and not eating it half the time so John said 'just stop giving it to them'. I anticipated howls of protest from the greedy one (Silver) but to my astonishment, there's barely been a peep. Last night she was singing for her supper because I was in the kitchen cooking at 6pm, but it's the first time she's whined about it all week... when we adopted Scouty and Silver they wouldn't eat wet food at all - they never had it until we got Tessie and saw her eating it so they wanted it too... but all of them vastly prefer human food, They want REAL MEAT for their dinner, but they're not going to get it, only a tiny piece for a treat. If they want to be that fussy they can eat the perfectly good kibble...
On another note, the scale is NOT my friend... I've been drifting into eating way too much, probably because I'm stressed out... going to have to do something drastic about it since I can't really exercise. But I'm wondering if I'm just making excuses and I could do more if I really wanted to... yes, I'm in 'that' mood again. Am I REALLY disabled, or am I just plain lazy and selfish and making life hard for my husband because I expect somebody to look after me? No need to answer...
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