When I staggered out of bed this morning like a tremendously clumsy yeti, TinyAdorableIllegal Dog (TAI for short from henceforth) was whimpering fit to break your heart. He was so loud that I could clearly hear him from my second floor condo with two doors in between us. The sound was so pitiful that I nearly flung open the door to see if it was dying. Then I remembered that I was not clothed for company and that I can't see a darned thing without corrective lenses. I lumbered away from the sound and into the bathroom. I have no idea what caused TAI to make that sound, but I hope it never happens again because I will cry.
The day ended sort of better. I was donating plasma to get money to pay for my allergy meds, and I was reading the new novella by Lois McMaster Bujold, and I was just having a grand time. (Not with the donating because DudeBro put the needle in kind of wrong, so it hurt a bit more than usual and was kind of bleeding.) I was just giggling and occasionally snorting and grinning my face off because LOIS MCMASTER BUJOLD NEW STORY YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!! It's in the 5 Gods world, and it's great, and I've barely started it, really.
Actually, I have no idea how close I am to the end. I want it to go on and on and on and never end as I often do when I read Bujold's stuff. I hope it at least gets me through one more donation. Two more to go before I can afford both allergy meds! Wish me luck! (And health and copious plasma.)