Maxine Monday

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Sigh-h-h-h ..

I came home from work last night to find that one of the cats appeared to be peeing blood.  I was thinking it was probably Riley but wasn't sure until this morning when I took the chance and took him to the vet.  Yep, it was him, poor baby.

Since Jakie died I have been spoiling Riley like crazy, always aware of his age and condition.  I'm glad I've been doing that because he is closer to his time than I knew.

So - I will continue to let him sit on me, sleep on my bed, and eat hot dogs.  He seems relatively happy and not too uncomfortable. Monday will tell us more but I am unwilling to put him through too much at this point beyond making sure he is happy and not in pain.  The rest - well - I am watching him carefully so he can tell me when it's time.

Maxine Monday

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Maxine Monday

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.. but there's an airport in the way!

Does anybody know how big O'Hare International Airport is?  Some people say 7610 acres, others say 7700, so it's very likely somewhere around 12 square miles. That's pretty big.  And when something that size stands between you and your job every day, it becomes an adversary you want to conquer.  Other things can be gone over, but no roads can go over an airport.  The only option is to go around.

When you live where I and a bunch of other people behind the blue line live in relation to my job - you have a choice.

Which way do I want to go around the airport?  But one thing is clear, there are no straight lines here.

My favorite quote about trying to get to work has been - 'you can't get there from here'.

Lately, my usual choice of routes has involved construction at a particularly funnel like intersection that includes a set of railroad tracks, a viaduct, and is heavily traveled by 18 wheelers.  Aint we got fun?  So I decided to go onto Mapquest and see what it recommended for alternate routes.  The message I got - proved my point.

I really CAN'T get there from here!

Maxine Monday

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For real!

I WANT to blog, write about what's happening, how I feel about it, draw crazy conclusions and foist them upon you.  But I'm just so doggone tired and by the time I get home from work my brain has checked out and gone to it's (secret) home too.  Somebody tell me if you find out where it lives during it's off hours.  I mean - I can tell you what my cats are doing, and how badly my house needs cleaning, and how I'm going to try the newest HEALTHY diet thing (CHIA SEEDS!) but really, who cares?

Since coming here to write this evening was without a plan or thought in my head I will leave you with this:

Because you know, I DO tend to over-share.  File this under - nonsense.