Ten-Finger Exercises

Maybe a reprieve

I was torn between loading Seamus into the car for a trip to the vet, and waiting till tomorrow afternoon when Bill could get free. I thought we would most likely be putting him down, but we have a reprieve. The vet said it could be an inner ear infections (although there's no sign of that in his middle ear,) or could be vestibular disease, which could go away of its own in a couple of weeks. So I drove him around with me for awhile. He likes riding, and only fell off the seat a couple of times. Gave him an antibiotic and a different kind of pain pill, and will try to keep him from hurting himself on the steps. (He has to go down three steps to get outside.)

Tonight is Maundy Thursday, and I'm waiting to hear what I'll be doing in the service, other than reading the 22nd Psalm v-e-r-y--s-l-o-w-l-y, so that the altar guild will have time to strip the altar of all ornamentation and empty the aumbrey. (That's the box set into the wall where the reserve communion is kept for the sick.) (When it's free-standing on an altar, it's called a tabernacle; sometimes it's called a tabernacle anyway.)

Gotta go check on Seamus and the laundry.