timothy j. lambert

EZ had a post operation check-up today in Sugar Land, so I knew I wouldn't get much sleep last night. I finally fell asleep around 5 AM. The alarms were set for 11, 11:30, and noon. One of them was bound to wake me up, I figured, but it was actually the ringing phone that woke me up this morning at ten. Ten! It was a prime example of why I don't like having a phone. I answered, and heard a voice informing me that she worked for the vet in Sugar Land. I had no idea they made wake-up calls, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered setting the alarms. Dr. Bubenik was going to be in surgery at 1 PM, which was when EZ's appointment was originally scheduled, so the voice asked if I would mind coming in at 3 PM, instead? Why, no, I didn't mind. In fact, I'd originally asked if I could have the last appointment possible and begged for a 3 or 4 PM appointment. Grrrrrr.

After I disconnected the call, I said, "Where's Rex?" He ran up the stairs, jumped into bed with me, and we napped together for another hour. Then I ate oatmeal, which made me think of Mark G. Harris. After catching up on episodes of Lost online, EZ and I left for Sugar Land. At the vet, she was given a clean bill of health, had some staples removed, and was given a new bright, orange cast. Now she can safely go hunting. On the way home I was treated to the horrific joy of driving on 59 at rush hour in a rain storm.

Now I need to clean my apartment and read/proofread a certain famous author's really big manuscript in two days.