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All day yesterday, Biggie was Biggie. Back to himself again. But then, Julio threw up which he never has before. And, four hours later, he did it again. FUCK. But he's been fine since then and both of them seem very normal this morning. They are breakfast, they knocked over some shit, Biggie begged for treats and now they are both napping in their usual morning nap spots.

If Julio is ever sick enough to need the vet, it had better be fast and fatal because I'll never catch him to get him into a carrier. I've done it twice - once when he was tiny and my brother was there to help. And once when we moved here and it took more than an hour of chasing him. Hopefully, this was a one off and now it's done.

In my next life, I think I'll be a linguist, particularly a dilectologist. I hope I have more precise hearing for it.

I am sure I have another bag of tofu litter in this house. And I am sure I have another bag of Halloween mellow creme pumpkins in this house and I can not find either of them. This house is not that big. There are not that many places to hide shit and I swear I've searched every nook and cranny.

I do know where my keys and sunglasses are, though.

Today I'm going to a pop up aqua aerobics class. There's a woman here who is essentially the director's secretary who is teaching it. She was initially hired here a couple of years ago as a roving employee - on the front desk, in the dining room, odd jobs. She had experience as a aqua fit teacher so it was thought she'd fill in now and again but she never did. But the fitness director is trying new things to see how she can best fill in the schedule - best for the residents and best for the fitness staff. This pop up class is testing it all - the schedule and the teacher and the residents. My friend, Martha, will be there and some others I know. Should be fun. It's not till 11.

Otherwise this week looks fairly calm. A lot of people will be gone, of course, and/or having company. Wednesday and Thursday meals will be down to one big meal each day which is fine. We have a good puzzle going and some other good ones in the queue. I have lots of TV to watch and minimonsters to knit.

Earlier in the week, I thought Biggie was in trouble again. But, I think now, that was stress about nothing. As I type this, he and Julio are playing hide and seek which keeps turning into I'll Get You My Pretty!! And then goes back to hide and seek. Julio is hiding under the bed and Biggie just found him.

I'm tired of Christmas shit and I'm letting it get to me and that's just not acceptable.

Volleyball started out perilously. The two problem players positioned themselves in a way to ruin it for the most of us BUT then, they both played well with no crap. So go figure. It was fun even though two of my favorite players weren't there.

Elbow Coffee was pretty dreadful. BUT I had my knitting and I just kept my mouth shut. And eventually it ended. I need to invent a device that sounds an alarm once an old person has told the same story 10 times. I'd have it embedded in the building.

Bonny and I have a puzzle date at 1 pm. We keep going out there to puzzle at different times and missing each other so we set a time today.

Ooops my chicken wings for lunch are done.

More later.

Biggie is going through a stage. He's now got his hind legs on my thigh and his upper body draped across my arm while I type and is looking at me like I'm not paying him enough attention. He's eaten 2 breakfasts and peed a little and chased his treats around (they are in a little rubber fish that is hard from him to crack but he tries). Now he's just sitting here making this entry more difficult to do than is necessary.

But, why is this any different than any other day since the day he came to live with me. He should be the illustration to define High Maintenance.

Outside of watching him waiting for a sign that something is really wrong, my days, lately have been mostly spent avoiding Timber Ridge Cheer. My maternal grandmother was the sweetest woman who ever roamed the earth. In her final years, she was fairly bed ridden in a nursing home and still so sweet and kind and happy. Except around this time of year. One year, the week before Christmas, she told me "if I have to listen to one more Christmas Carol, I'm going to snap!" I feel ya, Grandma.

Oh and the only other time I heard her snap was when the dining room put broccoli on her dinner plate and it was touching the good food. We all have our limits. Even Grandma.

We did not lose electricity last night. The lights flickered once but that was it. Apparently the phone system went down - we got an email. Lots of people here have what they call 'land lines' and that's their only phone. They are the Xfinity phone service. And it is dicey on a good day. Our building wifi is not Xfinity and it was unaffected. It was the wind last night and today all is calm - it's not even raining right now.

I guess I'll go over to the vets today and buy some of the food that they don't hate. I hope they have some in stock. It doesn't look like the Chewy order will get here before about Tuesday.

I finished up the Clean Up The Google Drive - Particularly The Mp3's Project. I have all of the mp3's backed up to an external hard drive. So whew. I slapped 20 onto my player and that's what I listened to while I was swimming this morning. It was a very random mix but quite nice.

Guess it's time to get dressed and get going.

Starting last night, Biggie has been so needy and pestering me all day. No naps. Just could not settle down. It was beginning to look like another instance of eating weird shit. Because of his bladder issues, he's been using the litter box often so I've been getting up and checking it every time. My knees are killing me.

I know he and Julio do not like the new food. And like it less with each meal. Finally this afternoon, Biggie just got up there by his plate and sat. And sat. And sat. I put out some more/fresh food and he just looked at it. Then I added some of the old stuff - the prescription stuff he got last year and they both started gobbling. I even mixed some of the hated stuff in and still gobbling. After they had had their fill, Biggie went in and pooped. It was tiny but it was a poop.

And they both went into the bedroom closet and are fast asleep. I sent a note to the vet hospital asking if the Purina was ok instead of the Royal Camin or Hills, she suggested and they replied quick as a wink, that it was fine. So. Whew. I'd still like to see a very big poop, tho. Just to be very sure.

And in other news... The power company reports as of 10 minutes ago that there are 3 active outages with 4,376 customers impacted and this is the map. I added the ME where my apartment is. I'm happy to report we have juice. Also that I am NOT taking it for granted. I have leftovers from last night for dinner and I think I'll nuke them now rather than wait and chance their being no nuke later.

Probably the big news today will be clean linens on the bed. So quiet day. We have a new puzzle going in the elbow so there may be some of that.

Biggie is still under watch. He's still peeing a little and often and he's still NOT happy with the new food. He is, however, happy with the treat switch. There are two kinds of treats available for his prescription diet. One is NOT Biggie approved but the other is fine. He seems a bit more needy than usual - needing attention from me - but also more playful with Julio than usual. So, we wait and watch. And hope that if he takes a turn it's before Friday or after Sunday.

Shetland has been a British TV series (taken from Anne Cleeves books) that's been on for a fairly long while. I tried to watch it many times but could never latch on. There's at time and place and I finally found it. I'm now enjoying the heck out of the backlog of episodes. Way more good watching for me than the endless lonely hearts Christmas movies.

Ooops Eastside Emergency and Rescue just came up the drive - lights and sirens. Some Timberidge-ion is not having a wonderful morning.

Biggie keeps hopping up on the counter to check and see if there has been any improvement in the food situation. He takes a few bites and then leaves. And then, apparently, forgets and 15 mins later, repeats. It's pretty funny to watch. At least he still has an appetite!

Guess I'll go get the bed project started and... get dressed.