Off to the vet to get a prognosis of my very elder muse’s future.
A hum-drum day, indeed.
So far, I’m handling the upcoming appointment like a trooper. I have exhibited a proper mix of anxiety and acceptance. I have only briefly drifted into the Land of Doom and have yet to step foot into the Badlands of Panic.
I have been very good, indeed.
Unfortunately, I am me and always end up in mental places no one needs ever be.