Just some highlights:
Neru’s online friend, apparently, is a dirty middle-aged man trying to groom her? I told my father- how are we going to honestly file a report when we have no return address or full name?
I had a hot date with Cimmorene, a CT machine, a radioactive isotope, and a nuclear bone scanner Tuesday.
Wednesday was meeting with the doctor, getting poked AGAIN for the second day in a row, and showing Dad how my stereo stuff I gave to him years ago works.
Poor Skittles (my parents’ cat). He skewered himself in the pit of his right front leg, and he has to wear a cone of shame. He is miserable being confined inside. If we cat-sit for him next week (parents are going to Utah for my brother-in-law and niece’s birthdays), we may need to spend a LOT of laptime with him.