[177/365] if you're wondering how Gary's eyedrops are going...

I might have the bad habit of not locking the bathroom door

(acquired from years of the knowledge from my old house, where Gary would whine heartbrokenly outside the door if it was locked, but if he could poke his head in briefly he'd wait quietly, safe in the knowledge that we were still around)

but lately I have graduated to something I never thought I'd do since I don't have kids: peeing with the door open so I can keep an eye on him, so I can shout when he does something he shouldn't.

This morning I was helping my neurodivergent friend navigate the social care system (successfully I feel! but we were both exhausted by the appointment) when I got the news that Gary had been pukey and mother_bones was on the phone to the vet asking if we could give him the day off the drops.

We could not. Poor baby.

She reckoned it was just the stress making him sick. It didn't happen again. And he tolerated his eyedrops as well as ever (i.e. not very, but well enough).

I'm sad that our D&D GM lost power twenty minutes in to our session this evening, but glad for the chance to go to bed earlier than I otherwise would. I'm all of a sudden doing two in-person events for work tomorrow, luckily places I can get a bus to, but I've still had to set my alarm a half hour earlier...amd I'll have to be much more neatly dressed than I was today! Good night.