At my step daughter’s gig with the symphony. Nothing special or anything.

At my step daughter’s gig with the symphony. Nothing special or anything.

I would quote Juliana Hatfield’s song, “Hotels” but I can’t remember the words.
We are staying over in Vermont tonight and we just checked into our hotel.
The old folks are here. Let the fun commence!
I picked up my meds and took the first dose. My eye is killing me. Oh well.
I just need to pack up the car, top off my water bottle, and then we’re hittin’ the road to Vermont. Let’s go!
Scenes from downtown on the way to and from the pharmacy, just for roadtrippy fun.
So the diagnosis is indeed conjunctivitis. Yippee. Asa bonus though, there is also another stye too. I guess I have one in each eye. Jackpot, or something.
Here is a picture of a cat to cheer my sick eyes up a little.
At an urgent care place. They are playing Xmas music. I would literally go insane if I worked here.
I’m taking bets on the diagnosis. The smart money is on conjunctivitis.
Piiiiiink eyeeeeeee.
I saw a post on one of the social media sites that I sort of use where someone was raving about this new app that simulates film photography. Hipstamatic.
New app? Dude, the app launched in 2009. Where you been?
I hate snow.
Sitting on this table and staring out the window is one of Robin Sparkles’ favorite things to do. I am not sure how happy she is about the xmas decoration situation though. She looks a little cheesed off in this picture.
All I can say is, suck it up feline. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. HoHoHo and shit.
The cats do not allow us to put a tree skirt around the base of our xmas tree. Every time we do, they rip it away. It’s the new xmas normal.
One cat is never enough. We’re starting to think two might not be enough. How about three? Maybe.