Today, my socks match my shirt. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Or how it happened exactly. The shirt is sort of a very dark maroon that’s not quite purple, so it’s not like I matched black socks to a black shirt. I do that all the time and think nothing of it.

I was supposed to have a meeting at 3, but it’s been cancelled.

I have to take Gizmo back to the vet tonight. She needs further urine testing, an antibiotic, and prescription cat food. Apparently she’s got a bladder infection. The prescription cat food is in case she’s also experiencing some kidney weakness.

I’m a little bit frustrated/irritated/agitated today. It might be spring fever. It’s 68 degrees (20C). It’s also January, and I’m in one of the Mid-Atlantic states. It’s not supposed to be like this.

At least if the world’s going to end, my socks match my shirt.

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