Chapters. Sunday.

It isn't what I had planned, but most of this afternoon was spent reading this:

I was straightening up in my bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed to thumb through this book.  Before I knew it, I was reading, and then I was at the end.  Breezy little chapters, fun and interesting, and another entry on my Goodreads page.

Hannah says Chopper is doing well --- "acting like nothing ever happened" was her exact phrase.  The vet was supposed to be back in touch with the results of the urinalysis, and word on whether she (Chopper) needed antibiotics.  I haven't heard anything, so maybe she's in the clear.

I am plum wore out.  Driving to, through and back from Atlanta is always draining.  Having to stay level when your daughter is FREAKING OUT and ALL OVER THE PLACE is draining.