Dragged a reluctant Amazy for her thyroid check. The place was full of dogs, as well, which peeved her considerably. As I'd feared, she is losing weight, and the incredibly expensive radiation isolation treatment, involving a month in Kent looms. Buggeration.
I have this huge craving for olives lately. I always liked them, but this is absurd. I've been having a lot of nausea, this week, as well, and they're one of the few things I don't get queasy from eating.
Must try and get to the Kenneth Anger exhibit before it's too late: will try tomorrow.
Haven't seen R Next Door for a couple of days. She hasn't been getting up to walk the dogs until about noon, and I really need to be out and about much earlier, before my energy flags. She's taking the bits of food I leave on the doorknob, though, so I know she's alive. It might be best just to let her be for a few more days. Sometimes she snaps out of it,