Coda update: After our vet consulted with a neurologist out of UC Davis, they've decided it's an edema at the 3rd/4th vertebrae which is resulting in lack of functioning in the hind end. They compared it to a high pressure/velocity small thing like a puncture in a garden hose. No surgery is needed which makes me glad. Lots of what they've already been doing for the next couple weeks - meds, IV, rest, a little range of motion therapy, keep pressure off his bladder with a catheter. Ultimately he'll have wheels -- hopefully temporarily -- and hydrotherapy. And lots of TLC. It's going to be a long haul. I've been able to visit every day for cuddles until he can come home. Evenings are the hardest.
And last Thursday and Friday I had to be on front desk duty so sorry about no posts. It's been a little scattered.
Tonight I have NCIS: Los Angeles "Where There's Smoke ..."
Sam and Callen go undercover as firefighters when top secret information about suspected terrorists is stolen from a secure Department of Defense container at the site of a fire.
I'm going to play it by ear if I'll stay up for it. Monday nights are difficult.
Last night we watched the season 6 premiere of Game of Thrones. I knew it was coming up but had forgotten exactly when so this was a nice surprise after a tough week.
And it was nice that we got to see scenes with just about everybody in the very large cast. It's been several months since season 5. And, yes, there were many, many deaths even in this first episode. The photo above was from one of the very few GOOD things that happened IN THE ENTIRE SERIES.
I'm currently reading THE MURDER OF MARY RUSSELL by Laurie R. King. 15th of 15 in series featuring Mary Russell, student and then wife of Sherlock Holmes.
Mary Russell is used to dark secrets—her own, and those of her famous partner and husband, Sherlock Holmes. Trust is a thing slowly given, but over the course of a decade together, the two have forged an indissoluble bond. And what of the other person to whom Mary Russell has opened her heart: the couple’s longtime housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson? Russell’s faith and affection are suddenly shattered when a man arrives on the doorstep claiming to be Mrs. Hudson’s son. What Samuel Hudson tells Russell cannot possibly be true, yet she believes him—as surely as she believes the threat of the gun in his hand. In a devastating instant, everything changes. And when the scene is discovered—a pool of blood on the floor, the smell of gunpowder in the air—the most shocking revelation of all is that the grim clues point directly to Clara Hudson. Or rather to Clarissa, the woman she was before Baker Street. The key to Russell’s sacrifice lies in Mrs. Hudson’s past. To uncover the truth, a frantic Sherlock Holmes must put aside his anguish and push deep into his housekeeper’s secrets—to a time before her disguise was assumed, before her crimes were buried away. There is death here, and murder, and trust betrayed.
PK the Bookeemonster