4th May

 Back to work.

Faintest hint of tingles. Half hearted tic. Black eyes. Tired. An improvement.

So I ended up sleeping a total of 24 hours from around 11pm on Sunday, until gone 9am Tuesday. I didn't see an awful lot of Monday. Which figures. Stayed up from midday ish on Monday, but was back in bed by 8pm.

Hazel is being somewhat strict with me. Told me to get off of coding on Monday. Take a breath. Look at something else. Time got away from me, I ended up deciding that was enough, and it was already 6.30pm. I had spent the day coding. Yikes. She also said I was banned from taking my laptop anywhere with me in future. Uh huh.

Today Ares gets to go to the Vets. He is not in the greatest of conditions. A number of small things stacking up, getting slowly worse. It's old age. There's not much they can do. He's not in pain and potters about - always very keen on getting something to eat. But anyway. A visit to the vets, give him a check. See if there's anything they can do. I am doubting he will make it through the year to be honest. But we shall see, who knows. Reminder that the person that worries before the event, ends up suffering twice.

Easier said than done. Also requires a disturbing level of head in sand about the future.

Hazel said she's gonna come along to the vets as well. But in these days of covid the whole procedure is a bit weird anyway. You turn up. Hand over your dog. Then you sit in your car. Maybe vets prefer that without having to deal with helicopter owners. But. Eh. Not great for the owners.

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