Behind. Again.
How did I get so incredibly behind on reading LJ? Not to mention posting and everything else. This keeps happening lately whenever there is a hiccup in my schedule. I've been thrown legit curve-balls the last couple of months, but I think it is time to down-size my life again. Simplify. But what goes? Not the travel. Not the sewing and craft projects. Not the Master's degree, or the husband... But I do find myself filling up bags to donate or throw-out in response to this feeling.
My furry companion of the last 12 years had a near-death experience last month and that really took a LOT of my time. He was super sick for weeks. In the end it seems it was Leptospirosis (even though he was vaccinated) and the only thing that kept him alive long enough to figure that out was almost-daily injections of saline solution under his skin for hydration. Some days I was at the vet for 5 hours. He's 13.5 now, so even though he is feeling better (still super skinny and little appetite), at best he is in his last years of his life. I love my fur-baby, but he has always been high-maintenance and I am looking forward to the freedom I will feel (even through my grief and tears) when he passes.
I will have a light schedule Fall term, and I'm not applying for conferences anymore, but applications for a PhD program are looming this winter. And I still have a bit of travel and the conferences I'm already committed to. Maybe I'll apply for Fall 2018 and take a year off to downsize and simplify again. Finish long-standing projects. See what happens when my husband's current 5 year project comes to an end.
Anyway, I signed in to write a brief post about Paris, but instead all this came out. So I'll leave it this here and come back another day to write about that. (photo by Kendra)
My furry companion of the last 12 years had a near-death experience last month and that really took a LOT of my time. He was super sick for weeks. In the end it seems it was Leptospirosis (even though he was vaccinated) and the only thing that kept him alive long enough to figure that out was almost-daily injections of saline solution under his skin for hydration. Some days I was at the vet for 5 hours. He's 13.5 now, so even though he is feeling better (still super skinny and little appetite), at best he is in his last years of his life. I love my fur-baby, but he has always been high-maintenance and I am looking forward to the freedom I will feel (even through my grief and tears) when he passes.
I will have a light schedule Fall term, and I'm not applying for conferences anymore, but applications for a PhD program are looming this winter. And I still have a bit of travel and the conferences I'm already committed to. Maybe I'll apply for Fall 2018 and take a year off to downsize and simplify again. Finish long-standing projects. See what happens when my husband's current 5 year project comes to an end.
Anyway, I signed in to write a brief post about Paris, but instead all this came out. So I'll leave it this here and come back another day to write about that. (photo by Kendra)
