Gus goes to the hospital

Thursday: Woke at 8:30... only a couple hours sleep. The vet called, and we decided to have Gus stay for a day or two at the kitty hospital, so they could give him a good dose of IV fluids. This reshaped how I'd planned my morning. Quick shower, and boxed PRS in the car. It was cold, so didn't bother trying to start the car, but just hooked up the booster charger. Car running, put Gus in the cat carrier, and in the trunk. Dropped him off at the vet's. Asked if they wanted a deposit, they said no... and I said "You have my cat, anyway!" Drove over to Medford and shipped off the PRS. They wouldn't have taken it if it was customized for one-of-a-kind. Stopped at the donut shop, hoping for a quick breakfast, but they put bacon on the sandwich, even though I had said "no bacon," so I had to go inside and have them make me another one. Ate this with the coffee sitting in my driveway. Exercise and then a slightly truncated practice. Tidied a drawer. Packed my electric rig into the car, and off to work. Made a call on the cell en-route, determining the staff was going to lunch at Spice.

Lunch with the guys... talking about guitars, more than technology. J was there as well. A real blast from the past. More bug fixing. Tracked two subtle ones down: One was the result of some pre-roll that was not correctly repositioning a sub-system (put in by DJS), and the other was a long standing bug in a clutch system I'd put into generation. Talked to the vet at some point. Got a coffee. Talked to Alx who was surprised that I don't use the Apple supplied email and web software (I prefer Eudora and Firefox). Shawn called with some sad news about the woman who owns the house where he lives. Our rehearsal was canceled as a result. Headed home around 9.

MB was off at a BD gig. Ate some noodles and toast while watching Return of the King. Leo seems a bit lonely without Gus around. Then, down basement for the completion of my practice. Spacing out a bit, made it difficult. Lack of sleep, in part. More RotK. MB got back from her gig, and we sat awhile talking. She's upstairs listening to music and typing. Soon bed.

And you ask every passing stranger in the shopping mall, “Is all this fucking necessary?” Only to discover that you are in an isolation chamber, a vacuum, a void in which no one can hear your voice at all. They are sleepwalking. They are shopping.