Waste

Today was a totally wasted day as far as writing goes. I ran a million errands in the morning, accomplished very little and cooked all afternoon.

Abbey is still not herself and that's beginning to worry me lots. I don't know what to do for her when she whimpers. This morning, I had the devil of a time putting her pill in her mouth. She screamed and hollered and cried. But, none of this seems to have affected her appetite except for her carrot treats. She won't eat those. She wants cheese. Of course, she might be working a con-job on me, knowing I'm a softy when it comes to having a pup in pain.

Consequently, I didn't do a single bit of writing and here it is--8 p.m. and I've done nothing constructive. Some days, the writing comes last.