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WAY out of sync here - I wrote this up yesterday morning just after the entry with Biggie sitting in the window hammock. And then just flat forgot to post it!

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I am at the center of a jillion coincidences OR the universe is just fucking with me OR I was taken by the rapture and what's left is stuggling without the business end.

I *think* all my issues are internet but I cannot be sure. The TV went first. Some apps just would not work. Would not load. OR would load and then hit a error. But others worked fine. Rebooting the TV did nothing. Rebooting the router did nothing. And then it would all work again. This has been going on for a couple of days. Yesterday the app for Mariners baseball worked on the phone but not on the TV. Then on the computer but not the phone. Then the TV and phone but not the computer.

This morning, I could not get to dreamwidth. I kept getting the default xfinity 'download the app' page. Which should mean that my own network has a problem. So I switched to Timber Ridges. I finally got in but then went to BECU and every time I hit the login button it just blinked at me. Finally I went to an incognito tab and was able to log in but everything else hosed. On my phone (using mobile data only) I got a bizarre security message.

Finally, I backed out of my own network which forced my Chromebook to make me re-sign in with a password and also rebooted the modem (when trouble shooting NEVER make two moves like this at the same time. Stupid). Anyway one or the other of those seems to have worked. At least on the computer side. I don't know yet about the TV.

In the middle of trying to put some critical info into my bank website, Bonny came in 'I need your help with the black box' and the phone ran - it was the vet's office. TAKE A NUMBER, PEOPLE!

The vet had called earlier to check on Biggie and I reported about the issues and she suggested I get a tech appointment for this afternoon and have them re-xray. so I did. 3:30. Hopefully, I either won't need it - he will have pooped. OR they can x-ray and cut. (He just came out of the bedroom and hopped up to the kitchen counter where his food is. And now he's actually eating. So who the fuck knows what's going on.) The vet person did say that Biggie's slightly un-normal behaviors could well be from the drugs he got yesterday.

I got the bank done and then Bonny. Bonny signed up to help with disaster preparedness because there was nobody else to do it. I told her I'd be her computer (some stuff needs to be recorded and reported) cause no way am I going to be the front person. She couldn't get into the box of stuff for our floor. Each floor has a black box of emergency supplies. It's one of those giant toolbox things that is hard to figure out if you have never seen one. I figured it out and showed her and we got what she needed and she said she'd be back if/when she needed computer shit.

And then I got dressed.

Oh and I played volleyball and my elbow did not hurt one tiny little bit! I was wearing a brace but still. On Tuesday it hurt a lot. I wonder if taking a day off from abusing it - since I did not swim yesterday - helped. hmmmm. Anyway nice to have it back.

Oh oh oh oh and the Mariner game - even having to swap out devices a million times - was fab. They won the division title and so a bye in a big step to the World Series. AND... Cal Raleigh hit his 59th home run and then, because why the fuck not, in the bottom of the 8th, he hit his 60th. With his parents (from North Carolina) in the stands. Pretty fucking sweet. The whole thing.

Ok, so now it's just Biggie watch until after lunch when I have to decide whether or not to cancel the vet appointment. If he continues to eat and be Biggie, I guess I will. I don't need to pay for another round of x-rays that will probably show nothing (since x-rays have a hard time showing stuff like the bit he ate).

Holy shit! HE POOPED IT OUT!!!!!!!!!

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I can hardly believe it, I'm so relieved.

It's been about 22 months since Biggie's last surgery because he ate a plastic thing. Looks like we may see the end of that record. Between 5 and 6 this morning he ate half a nose plug. At least this time I know exactly what and exactly when and it's not the day before a long weekend and I have a vet who did the surgery last time and I have the money for the vet bill. This is what I sent the vet this morning.



Biggie's had his breakfast and is lounging on the sofa ignoring my side eye. The vet doesn't even open for another 30 minutes. I did thoroughly scoop out the litter box and made sure the cameras that monitor it are working. I'd dearly love it if he would just poop the thing out. But, I doubt that's going to be the case.

Meanwhile. My friend and designer, Christian, is in town this morning to drop off his car at the fix it place. We are meeting for coffee at 9. I haven't seen him in ages. It will be fun to catch up on what's happening back at the old condo.

The Mariners clinched a seat in the playoffs last night and still have 4 games to go. I think that's the earliest they've ever done that ever. They still have a chance to win their division. Very cool.

Guess I'd better get dressed and dig out Biggie's carrier.



EDIT: Vet says bring him in at 11:50.

Today I will hit 40000 miles on my car's odometer. I have no idea why I am also obsessed with this. But, I have an Amazon return and that will do it. I may wait until this afternoon when the house cleaner comes.

Yesterday I was sitting here at my table typing away and started hearing Julio meowing like crazy. He was sitting by the door just carrying on like he was telling me a long, involved story about something. Biggie was not in the room. I checked the cameras (litter box, close, window hammock, under bed) no Biggie. I got up and opened the front door and he strolled on in like 'what the fuck took you so long'. Julio is his doorbell.

I talked to Bonny yesterday and learned that Noelle has been going over to the nursing unit nearly every day to visit with Hazel and John. She just learned this. We are both relieved as we neither one are good at that sort of thing but it's nice to know someone is taking care of them. Of course Noelle thinks everything is a state secret so if there's a problem she will not let us know - which is also good, I guess. Nothing from Joan yesterday, so I decided to let her live a little longer.

I also talked to Jan yesterday and she says Dick is doing great. He should be home tomorrow. Their pastor showed up with a milkshake in her purse (Dick has an ice cream addiction). All is good.

My arm/elbow did pretty good in volleyball. It's now to the point where it really no longer hurts except when I hit the ball. I'm hoping that maybe that clears up by Thursday because my left hand just does not have the required volleyball skills.

The baseball games start at 4 and 6:30. I may do laundry. I may go to Trader Joes. I am so grateful to have these choices. The instructor of our aqua stretch, nee yoga class always spends way too much time at the end of class instructing us to concentrate on our stresses and exhale them out... it's frustrating to me because I don't have any. I breathe anyway just to spite him.