That's what it feels like right now, and I don't want to let any of those balls fall, and I'm grateful for my balls, I really am. Nothing is really out of the ordinary-it's the same old same old-space/time/money/ energy do not permit me to do everything I want to do. Maybe I want too much.
Luna Kitty has an URI which is common from shelter cats. Being capture or surrendered, tested, injected/spayed/ put in a nice room but a strange room, then adopted and coming to live in my strange house....all within a couple of weeks. I've got her on probiotics, antibiotics, eye drops and she's pretty stoic with it all. Ok, she screams a bit, but doesn't bite or scratch-good girlie.
Daddy is working his way into a pacemaker-I wish they'd hurry because I think he will feel better when he gets one. I hope he does.
Oliver the Parrot has declared a truce with Molly and no longer taunts her. This makes my life and Molly's easier. He does divebomb the cat-but they are mostly at peace with each other-two fierce predators who recognize the power in each. No, I wouldn't leave them alone ever-but they can share the same bed with me on it. What can I say-Oliver is the Cat Whisperer.
I'm trying to juggle work plans/travel plans and money plans. Two lovely ladies I've known for a couple of years now are getting married in Boston-and I really want to go. But, I'm going to Texas in March for a week-and I need that. California in May-and my folks need that. Bah, it will all work out.