As Joan the cat continues to heal slowly, she’s been catching a break every day from the cone that prevents her from over-grooming the broken skin on her tummy and leg.
There she is, catching a break in her favorite tunnel toy. When we catch her licking the problem area again, we have to catch her and put the cone back on, which breaks my heart. However, Joan seems to be a lot cooler and more comfortable about the cone than I am. She can even catch mice (who can’t seem to catch a break around here) when wearing it.
There’s Joan with cone, catching a break while I’m catching up with my morning routine of writing this blog. I’m imagining that she is suggesting that I catch a break from my worry about her wearing a cone for so long. I know that soon we all will be catching a break when Joan’s cone comes off permanently.
Here’s our other cat, Harley, catching a break from Joan’s relentless efforts to play with him.
Is anybody catching a break in my other images for today?
We hope to be catching a break from our broken shower (which caused a lot of hidden damage) with extensive repairs, including getting new tiles installed. We were catching a break at Home Depot last night checking out the tiles there, including the ones that are already on the bathroom walls.
I’ve been catching a break by sending out tweets on Twitter.
It says a lot about the state of the world that I’m having trouble catching a break no matter how noisy or quiet it is. I’m going to try to catch a break and enjoy any quiet I can find today.
It looks like the Daily Bitch can only catch a break when she gets some pizza.
Is anybody interested in catching a break by singing along to this song?
I look forward to catching any comments you leave about this catching-a-break post, below.
There’s no catching a break from my gratitude, which never stops!
Last night, when I had completed a very long work day (including facilitating two remote therapy groups where we discussed COVID, family issues, the past, the present, and the future), I tweeted this:
When somebody asked about my answer to that question, this is where I went:
When and where did I capture the other images in today’s blog?
We now know where the Daily Bitch is going, but we don’t know when.
When you looked at those photos, did you notice that Joan is now getting breaks from the cone? When her skin problem is healed, she’ll be where she needs to be to be totally cone-free!
I just took that photo in the room where I’m blogging.
Regarding the when and where of most of today’s photos: Yesterday I went to CVS and Marshall’s where I bought an ace bandage and a baby onesie for Joan. When Joan is without the cone, she prevents her skin from healing by licking where the problem is. When we tried the other solutions , Joan let us know where she is on this issue — she definitely prefers the cone!
This is the song that takes me back to when I was young and where there were transistor radios, a different kind of cone (ice cream), the sun, and the sea.
When and where might you leave a comment?
When you get to the end of my blog posts, that’s where you find my gratitude.
Yesterday, I had one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong, including
lots of trouble locating my reserved parking space for my in-person Monday work at the medical center,
temporarily losing my pager,
arriving late despite leaving plenty of time to get there early,
being continually and inexplicably locked out of using the computer at work, which I need for almost every aspect of my job as a psychotherapist,
not receiving an important email that resulted in problems with one of the insurances I take,
not being able to locate information needed to fill out a form to rectify the insurance problem,
witnessing the pain of many people who were dealing with way more than just one of those days, and
confronting all this with a minimal amount of sleep the night before.
When I was on the phone with a help desk person, who was baffled by why I kept getting locked out of using my computer, I told him I was having one of those days. I wondered if he was having one of those days too, but this was one of those conversations where only one of us was doing much talking.
Now I’m writing this wondering if I’m going to have one of those days again today. Here’s one of my thoughts about one of those days — they are much more bearable if there is only one of them.
So many people all over the world are having one of those days, over and over again.
Let’s see how many of my photos reflect one of those days.
Here’s “One of Those Days” by one of the greats, Weird Al.
Consider leaving one of those comments about this one-of-those-days post, which would make my day.
Even when it’s one of those days, I’m grateful to get another day with people like YOU.
Not knowing this, I coincidentally tweeted this yesterday:
Forgive me for making up the word “Guiltmo,” which means a self-imposed prison of guilt.
Forgive me for hastily creating today’s blog post, as I need to leave soon for my one-day-a-week in-person psychotherapy work at a Boston medical center. Do you see forgiveness in any of my other images for today?
Please forgive me, Daily Bitch, for having a personal chef (my husband Michael). I’m forgiving myself for forgetting to take a picture of the delicious veggie stroganoff he made for us last night.