It started badly, running late as usual. Early morning argument about a concert I didn't want to go to. Then, I called the doctor because the wound seemed to be swelling up more. It's okay; it can take at least a day for the antibiotics to kick in. Keep the arm elevated, i was told. I wasn't so that's probably why. Late breakfast, not hungry for lunch until the caf closed. So, starving at 3, after having an apple and a handful of pistachio nuts for lunch.
Came home to a dead mouse on the porch. Probably a gift from Sam. First an infection, then a mouse. What a good cat.
I'm off to elevate my arm and read a book. And get psyched for The Office.
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