Poor Babies

The girls are unhappily settled at the vet. Zara had been wary all day, and I was wondering if I'd be able to get her in the carrier. Earlier, she tentatively came over to my kitchen chair for petting, and I petted her a little, and then she jumped down and ran away. She did it again after my shower, so I grabbed a towel and grabbed her. My poor baby. I kept on telling her that I loved her, but I'm sure that didn't help. The other two were easy by comparison, although Harlee always carries on as if I'm ripping her fur off or something.

I picked up a sandwich and some soda for the train tomorrow. Now I'm eating lunch, and then I'll meet the woman who is buying the flute. Then I'll come back and finish cleaning.

Going Offline

The house is clean (or at least, as clean as it's going to get, but it's pretty clean). I wrapped my mom's presents. Everything is packed except for the stuff that I have to grab in the morning, and I have a list of what I need to grab in the morning because I'll be groggy. I'm catching the 9 AM train, so I'll need to get up early. So I'm going to bed, although I might not go to sleep right away.

Chicago, here I come.