After an expensive week or so (limping Gwen's vet visit, my knee MRI, tire damage...), I did not race this weekend and instead did fun stuff like working overtime and cleaning the house. On Sunday, I planned on getting some yardwork done, working on correspondence for the Women's run, and walking/running the Women's run course. Unfortunately, as I sat down for my pre-productive day bowl of fruit, I noticed that Vaca the cat was panting. Panting is NEVER a good thing for felines. So, instead, I spent most of the day at the vet's - and Vaca spent the night. And then I spent enough on diagnostic testing to melt my credit card and put my vet's future child through a year of online courses.
All told, Vaca got this crappy furcut