Guy Andrew Hall

Well, it’s not broken, nor is it her hip. Her right rear leg has either a sprained tendon or bone cancer. I’m pretty sure is a sprain. However, she has lost 7 pounds since last she was weighed in 2012.  She eats and drinks up a ton. So, it has to be a thyroid problem. The blood tests ruled out kidney and liver problems. Anyway, I am much more relieved. I tell you, I was getting an upset stomach worrying about the worse case scenarios.

Something is wrong with Cinnamon’s right rear leg. It’s not that she is in pain. She just seems to not have control over it. When she stretches she can’t straighten it out like she can the others. I have an appointment for her to see the vet at 9:00 AM. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.

Yesterday I could not find my magnetic key badge for work. I must have torn the house apart 3 times, looking in every conceivable spot, and even searching my car a few times, all to no avail. Well, this morning I went out to the car again to give it an even more thorough search. Within seconds I found it hiding between the passenger’s seat and the center compartment. It had been pushed down so I could not see the badge itself. And with both the badge reel and my seats being black, I didn’t notice it until I caught a glint of the aluminum clip.

Calamity diverted. I did not relish the idea of having to email the office manager and report I’d lost my badge. Just thinking about it causes a shutter to run down my spine.

I live in a time where this is a thing. My life is complete.

And here, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the nerve center of the house. The picture’s a bit blurry, but you get the jest of it.