It is almost like a "taper" week

The week leading up to the cataract surgery.  Rubia is supportive:  "I'll purr for you, mama!  Pet me and tell me I'm a pretty kitty.  

Help me up to the counter so that I can drink the running water from the tap, please?"

She's getting stronger and sassier by the day.  Funny what having a home will do for a cat!  She's regaining some of her jumping ability.

Meanwhile, Sleeping Beauty's forest has been greatly boosted by the recent rains.  Sigh.

My older sister called on Sunday morning to confirm arrangements to medicate the cats starting Monday morning.  It's going to be a busy week with phone call from the surgical hospital, pre-op physical and blood draw, two trainer workouts, and the cat-care.

Monday morning I had set the alarm for 6 a.m. and got up when it sounded.  I tend to sleep with the sun, and mornings are a trifle later than they were a couple of weeks ago, so I was at my sister's medicating, litter box cleaning and feeding her kitties at 7:30, an hour later than I was in June.  It was cool and cloudy, which is in keeping with the variable weather patterns we've been having.  Sometimes we do get a cool week in August.

Tuesday was my "busy" day.  Cats.  Trainer.  Phone call from the surgical hospital.  Pre-op physical at my primary.  I went into a whole lot of detail with the surgical admittance nurse about the RSV.  She says I'm right on the borderline for what the anesthetists like for symptom free from respiratory stuff pre-surgery.  She'll run it by them, and they will call me if there's a stop sign encountered from that communication.  As of Thursday, no call from them, so "no news is good news" on that front.

When I got to the doctor's office for the pre-op exam, they expressed surprise that the blood draw had been scheduled for later.  They went ahead and took my blood, and would have results on Wednesday.  Expect a phone call with results.

Wednesday was a dark and drippy kind of day, at least the first half.  Not solid rain.  Intermittent rain.  But thick gray clouds.  The cats were kind of in and out and in and out the sliding deck door.  Laundry was the order of the day for me.  The phone call from the Doctor's office came in the afternoon.  All bloodwork was normal.  So, looks like all the hurdles have been jumped, and Monday morning is a "go".

Kid sis Alicia showed up for our Wednesday afternoon walk, which had been waved off the past couple of weeks, due to my little bout with RSV and the heat and school year start stress for her.  She's living one day at a time as this is the school administration's busiest week of the year.

As we were getting close to done with our walk, my phone rang.  It was my son.  His truck is in for a couple of recalls, they are keeping it longer than originally planned for.  He has a loaner vehicle that he's kind of impressed with and wanted to know if I wanted to see it.  Sure... drop on over!

It's an electric Mustang, and it's fancy.  He took me for a ride in it and it's scary electronically controlled.  Got the Zoomies?  This thing zooms!  But sorry, it is not a Mustang to those of us who grew up with the original!  It did not trip the nostalgia circuits in my psyche.

Still, it has all those Tesla-like performance things on it, and a HUGE screen with all the controls.  The parking brake, for example, doesn't seem like a parking brake to me.  It's like the marriage of a computer (even more than before) and a car.  Supposedly it won't let you kill yourself (brakes for you, keeps you in your lane, etc.) but you know, some of those features YOU don't want to test for yourself!  And of course it's expensive.  Almost twice the price of the first house I bought with my husband in 1981.

In any case, after scaring the bejesus out of me with its acceleration power (wow, that could get you into trouble, or it could get you out of trouble).  Fortunately, my kid was raised by me, so he's as skeptical of these things as I am.  Programmed too many computers to trust that there would not be unintended consequences, that's me.

So... bottom line, I've been MIA from blogging, and probably will be again.  Will let y'all know how the surgery goes, probably late next week, after a few days of recovery.

Look who's all buff and healthy!  I was trying to get his photo while he was sitting back at that rail intersection, with the green leafy setting, but he came toward me as soon as I lifted the camera.

The Prisoner says:  "Life is Good.  Spark on!"