Reina saw a meme tonight with the above title and liked it. A lot. She is counting down the minutes until the big day. I, on the other hand, am sitting in the the darkened dining room waiting for a cat to come back inside so that I can go to bed. It's pretty cold and windy so I don't think her little sojourn will take very long but she might also be able to sense that I'm tired and I'm still working tomorrow and shall instead take her own sweet time. Last month, I made the mistake of checking on all of the pets one night before I went to bed (did I write about this already?) and I couldn't find Soxy in any of her usual places. She's the culprit running around outside right now, for the record. It was a warmer than usual night for November and so I started to wonder if she'd snuck out when I was letting the dogs out before bed so I went outside a few times and called for her, no luck. I finally went to sleep but I worried about her all night. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and decided to go check on her. I came downstairs and found her in the catbed next to the printer. Long story short, she made herself a lovely little bed in the lining closet and I only know that because a few nights later, I accidentally locked her in there and found her in the morning because of all of the meowing. Yes, this turning into a cat blog.
She's back inside so I can stop writing now but I'm on a bit of a roll. The kids holiday break has started. They have two weeks off and we are going to do our best to enjoy as much of it as we can. I'd say "enjoy every minute" but I'm the mother to a teen and a tween and let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm working a few days this week and most of next week but I will be at home so at least I'll have company. Glenn is working tomorrow and then taking the rest of the year off and is planning a few outdoor adventures for the three of them. I'm more ready for Christmas than I've been in years. Having to get packages ready to send all over the country instead of just putting them under the tree certainly helped my organizational skills. Pop-pop and Grandma are staying put in Arizona instead of driving back here. It was a tough decision but the right one. We can see the light at the end of this COVID tunnel and we just have to hang in there until we are all vaccinated and then we can all hang out as much as we want to. We can have dinner parties, we can go to the movie theater, we can go to Target on a busy Saturday - the possibilities are endless!
Wyoming's case numbers are coming down and actually starting to stay down. The Governor instituted a statewide mask mandate a few weeks ago and numbers have dropped. We've had somewhere around 36,000 cases but the number of currently infected people is lower than it's been since earlier in the Fall. The vaccinations have started in each county and that's great news. In this household, we are still taking it pretty seriously and masking up, etc., but we are planning to spend Christmas with Aunt V and family and nobody better even cough between now and then.
One more animal story. I took last Friday afternoon off and I planned to finish up some last minute shopping and present-wrapping while the kids were in school. Before I headed out, I took the dogs to the field for a quick 20 minute run. We still have snow on the ground from last weekend's storm but that doesn't deter them but it does make them more tired which is a win-win for me. I got all three dogs back in my car and headed home to drop them off before I went shopping. I looked down and noticed bloody paw prints on the seats and discovered that Trigger had just about torn one of his toenails off. I called Glenn, he met me at home with one of his co-workers who used to work in a vet office. She confirmed that we'd have to take Trigger in because the tear was too far up his toenail to fix at home. I called the vet office and got an "emergency" appt which is super helpful but also more money. I left the other two at home, drove Trigger across town, waited with him in the vet office, left him in the vet office because he had to be sedated, raced through Target for last minute items, went back and picked up Trigger and came home. No presents were wrapped. No quiet afternoon to reflect on the holiday season. Instead of last minute gifts, people will get a picture of Trigger's wrapped up foot because that's where all of their stocking stuffer money went.
So that's where we are on Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve.
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