At 5:15 this morning I reached over to tap the snooze button on my alarm clock and then set my hand on top of the blankets—right in a puddle of dog vomit. Disgusting, right? Oh no, that was only the beginning.
I have two dogs and while their names are India and Killer, I actually (affectionately) call them Piglet and Onya. Piglet because, well, do I really need to explain? And Onya, because she’s always got to be on ya. Onya has four teeth, (it’s a long story that involves bad teeth and a Vet who was supposed to remove all of her teeth—but didn’t…). Anyway, I can’t give Piglet a treat without giving Onya a treat, so what happens is Piglet inhales whatever I hand her while Onya hoards. I know this, so I go on periodic excursions through the house to assure that Onya’s stashes don’t become too big and turn into mouse attractant.
Apparently, I overlooked a major stash—and Piglet found it.
Needless to say, she gorged herself. And, in an effort to protect what was hers, Onya did too. And it all came out one end or the other during the night.
Onya, true to form, puked all over the bed, and me, and then went back to sleep, happily snuggled under my arm—where it was still dry.
Piglet, on the other hand, and contrary to her namesake, is fastidious. She doesn’t like to have “accidents” in the house, so…she tried to hide it. Between the blankets, under the bed, under the recliner, under the inversion table, in the laundry basket, behind the toilet, under the bookshelf, in the hall…. Anywhere she thought I might not notice, there was a pile or puddle of grossness. So gross that the process of clean-up resulted in me getting sick a few times, too.
It’s almost 2 p.m. and I still have two more loads of laundry to do.
Normally, I would have just cleaned up the worst parts and gone to work with intent to deal with the rest tonight. But since Piglet has been on a medication for her eyes that is known to suppress the immune system (no doubt a contributing factor to her being much more sick than her sister), I decided to use a vacation day and stay home to monitor her condition. About ten minutes ago, her ears finally stood up and her tail wagged hesitantly. A pan of chicken broth and two Pepto-Bismol tabs seems to have done the trick. (Veterinarian approved.)
Anyway, since I have an unexpected day off from my duties as a snow-plow operator, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to write a Character Profile for our favorite peasant boy, Malakai Jenks. Click the link below to download the PDF.
In other news, I’ve been furiously researching weather anomalies and taking notes for Gust of Wind. I count forty-seven more work days to spring lay-off and then I’ll be able to settle-in to the business of serious writing again. I don’t know about you, but I find it difficult to concentrate in the midst of a demanding full-time job. Especially one that doesn’t exactly encourage creativity. I go to work and do exciting things like drag tree branches to a wood-chipper, or pour hot rubber into road cracks. Running a snow-plow is the fun part of the job. Unfortunately, it hasn’t snowed in weeks.
So, I’m curious…how many of you have creative/artistic hobbies that you do outside of work, and do you find it hard to focus on them after a long day at work? How do you overcome that?