My carefully-planned pre-trip daily schedule/ to-do list has been BORKED TO HELL by a flurry of unanticipated things that have gotten in the way or taken precedence. First, moving all of this up with Olive-- appt today, MRI tomorrow. Then I'm working at the shop tomorrow (which I usually do not do on Fridays). And then we had my in-laws over tonight for dinner because they wanted a full demonstration of the kitty routine-- which is good, considering how Bean's doing. But the result is that I am behind on *everything* and my Virgo self is freaking out. Working very hard to get back on track. Jason's also behind on a very big deadline and has to go in at stupid o'clock tomorrow morning to deliver the project by the promised time.
Jason and I are both *hosed* at the moment. While Jason sacked out at around 11, I was able to get about three more hours of work done after my in-laws left, finishing up a wholesale order and doing a pearl knotting repair for a local jeweler. I'm getting really good at it! I am pleased. Tomorrow after work is custom orders. Saturday is getting together (late!) Earring Club subscriptions, and beginning packing up the enormous backlog of orders, with Jason's help. Sunday we leave, and I can have the brief rest that riding shotgun affords before I launch back into order packing and alterations once we reach our destination. If all is well, everything should be shipped by Wednesday and then my real vacation can begin. Instead of doing birthday gifts for one another, Jason and I are going to get a massage while we're away, and his parents' birthday gift to us covered half that. So, we're not spending much on each other in the way of gifts, but we are getting some desperately-needed relaxation. He's at that level of stress where if he doesn't chill out soon, his diabetes is going to go whacky.
In kitty plan news, Olive is going to be confined to the bedroom while we're gone. There's less stuff to climb (and therefore fall off of), no chance that Nox may hurt her by trying to play (he's such a good natured cat, but has no concept of how very large he is in comparison to his sisters), and feeding her separately means less anxiety for her. You know how uncomfortable it is to eat and enjoy a meal if someone is hungrily staring at you? Yeah, Mim does that, and usually tries to knock her out of her bowl, to boot. We're going to make sure she has all the little kitty luxuries and are even going as far as to consider leaving a tv on for her, just for background noise. So, all in all, Bean's going to have some alone time, with my father-in-law and his wife spending time with her daily. They live not too far away and will probably spend a few hours here every day, chilling with the kitties and partaking in our obscenely large television. Ahh, the leisure of the retired.
Now: to cuddle my whiny, needy Noxman for ten minutes, then hobble off to bed.
Jason and I are both *hosed* at the moment. While Jason sacked out at around 11, I was able to get about three more hours of work done after my in-laws left, finishing up a wholesale order and doing a pearl knotting repair for a local jeweler. I'm getting really good at it! I am pleased. Tomorrow after work is custom orders. Saturday is getting together (late!) Earring Club subscriptions, and beginning packing up the enormous backlog of orders, with Jason's help. Sunday we leave, and I can have the brief rest that riding shotgun affords before I launch back into order packing and alterations once we reach our destination. If all is well, everything should be shipped by Wednesday and then my real vacation can begin. Instead of doing birthday gifts for one another, Jason and I are going to get a massage while we're away, and his parents' birthday gift to us covered half that. So, we're not spending much on each other in the way of gifts, but we are getting some desperately-needed relaxation. He's at that level of stress where if he doesn't chill out soon, his diabetes is going to go whacky.
In kitty plan news, Olive is going to be confined to the bedroom while we're gone. There's less stuff to climb (and therefore fall off of), no chance that Nox may hurt her by trying to play (he's such a good natured cat, but has no concept of how very large he is in comparison to his sisters), and feeding her separately means less anxiety for her. You know how uncomfortable it is to eat and enjoy a meal if someone is hungrily staring at you? Yeah, Mim does that, and usually tries to knock her out of her bowl, to boot. We're going to make sure she has all the little kitty luxuries and are even going as far as to consider leaving a tv on for her, just for background noise. So, all in all, Bean's going to have some alone time, with my father-in-law and his wife spending time with her daily. They live not too far away and will probably spend a few hours here every day, chilling with the kitties and partaking in our obscenely large television. Ahh, the leisure of the retired.
Now: to cuddle my whiny, needy Noxman for ten minutes, then hobble off to bed.