The Divine Mr. M

~I'd been planning on taking Icarus to the vet on next Monday when we had all out monies in, but his foot has gone from chronic to acute since yesterday, so we'll take him tomorrow first thing in the AM. Our first monies hit the bank at apx 1:30am. *sigh*

I Tweeted earlier, “I looked out upon the world this morning and despaired...” but much of that was our own situation. If we'd have had fifty bucks to spare we could have bought a live trap cage on the day George got out and maybe he'd be back inside right now. If we'd had a couple hundred bucks to spare Icarus would already have gone to the vet and been well into healing right now. Plus there's...

...well, there's a whole list. When this just fucks with us, we roll with it. But when it hurts the lil weasels it breaks my heart...and now I'm crying again and I've barely had three slips of coffee...

Even if you cannot donate by tomorrow, please give when you can. It'll help on the back end and Mauser still needs to be shaved, too:

~I'm not doing well. Stressed. On half dose of my Happy Pills. My body is trying to get sick. And I had to apologize to Oshun, Goddess of The Third Day* because I 'misplaced' Her yesterday, posting a Taraday instead. I have corrected that, but still it shows how out of it I am. *sigh*

I need to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep until this passes...

*see, I'm totally fuckin' fried...Oshun is Goddess of The SECOND Day!