Miss maewitch has opened up her lovely little shopfront, Pretty Indulgent. She's carrying a few brands I love-- Villainess, Arcana, and a small range of Sihaya Designs Faerie Wings!

Go forth! Shop!

Still no second opinions from the neruos. Olive continues to get around okay, if a bit wobbily. Great appetite. Super affectionate-- we actually didn't get much sleep last night because Olive needed to repeatedly wake us up with headbutts of love and purring.

She has a bit of a sneezy cold, probably brought on by all the stress of several diagnostics in the last few weeks, but we've been keeping her comfy and adding extra warm fluids to her wet food-- tamnonlinear says that this is the kitty version of chicken noodle soup, and I believe her. She's still confined to the bedroom whenever we're not home-- this is less about her stress level now and more about the fact that Nox does not understand he's three times her size and yes, he can actually hurt her if he pounces her from behind the curtains. He's like a big dopey dog, the lug. Anyhow, she doesn't seem to mind; she's the only kitty that gets bedroom privileges, and I'm pretty sure she knows it.

Also, while she still needs ramps to get vertical places (the couch, the bed), she's still making great lateral jumps. So there's that.

And she stepped in my teacup tonight. It was both adorable and very, very messy.

-- Spent a lot of the time sleeping or having quiet time. Was anxiety-ridden to depressed a lot of the time, and so I thought that was the most fair to my fellow vacationers. Nobody likes a debbie downer.

-- Did get a massage. Explained to J that his massages are better. My masseuse seemed rushed, even for a 50 minute session, and I much prefer J's slower, deeper kneading. Also, my masseuse busted an SBD somewhere in there, and let me tell you, the lavender aromatherapy DID NOT mask it. Other than that unfortunate little incident, though, the Sanderling was pretty nice.

-- Also had delish tapas. Oh my lord, my kingdom for a plate of perfectly pan-seared ahi tuna. Also had some cream of asparagus soup with jumbo lump crab that was delish. Cardamom-dusted nuts. Buttery scallops. Surprise birthday brownie, brought by the exec chef who said he brought it because he liked my red hair, which I'd done up in braids.

-- Swimming was a no-go due to hurricane breaks and bad riptides. Still, I laid out on the beach and that was good enough for me.

-- Bought: lavender massage oil, bamboo wind chime, sea salt chocolates, a gift for my mom, a new bathing suit (shopping for a bikini with natural DD's? HELL ON EARTH).

-- Two tokes, three glasses of wine, and Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Look, I have an avowed lifelong hatred of Woody Allen, but I got outvoted. Even so, I can say that it was a sexy movie, probably because Javier Bardem has chemistry with everything, including trees and possibly formica countertops. Also, rewatching Stargate has affirmed that I would hit a young James Spader like the angry fist of god. Unf.