Monday morning:

A day of achievement.

-- A friend came and stayed with my husband until professional help came.

-- The consultant said I could decide for myself whether or not to go on taking blood-thinners. She was sightly in favour.

-- I took Perdita to the vet, where she remains, being anaesthetised and x-rayed.

-- I turned off all spell checking. After a while I'll try turning it on again. Meanwhile I can rely on Blogger's own system.

Sunday night:

If it's not one thing it's another – a sound general principle of life, which you have probably already discovered for yourself.

I sat down here just now (latish Sunday evening) feeling that things were pretty well in hand, for once. And noticed, very belatedly, that tomorrow's midday carer isn't scheduled to arrive until half an hour after I will have to leave for my DVT-and-embolism appt. The appt is for 10:45. Care has been coming so regularly at 10 lately that I didn't pay enough attention when the weekly schedule turned up. Tomorrow, she's not due until 11.

I'll phone them first thing in the morning, after an anxious night.

I'll try to phone the vet about the cat, as well. She continues well, except for the distress of being in heat. She's eating well, using the affected paw to play and to scrape her litter but still (after four days) not putting weight on it. It's not deformed or swollen.

As for being in heat, we'd very much like to let her have one litter before she is spayed. We believe that parenthood instils a responsible attitude in a cat. And with what people are paying for kittens these days, we could retire. But I don't see how it is to be done, since she never meets any boys.

There is no grass at all between our front door and the street. It wouldn't be safe to let her out. This – being in heat – happened briefly just before Christmas (I didn't tell you). I even Googled “cat breeders Edinburgh” that time, without success. Someone breeds rag dolls in Dalkeith but that is too far away and they would probably turn up their noses at Perdita anyway.

Even knitting is hard to think about, with all this going on. I did some more Dunfallandy border. I'll take the sock along to the appt. I might even reach the heel, if things are running slow.

Flipboard has put me on to a rather good 31-day plan for organizing stash, published a couple of years ago on the Webs blog. (How am I possibly expected to know whether “organi?e” is spelled with an “s” or a “z” if every word I type is marked as wrong? Open Office continues with that bizarre practice.)