What a day

I woke up twenty minutes late this morning because somehow the volume on my phone was too low for me to hear.  I don't know how that happened, because I check repeatedly to make sure the settings are right.  Then, after a cuddle, Sylvie bit me!  I could tell something was bothering her, as she made that whiny growl in the back of her throat, and suddenly she stood up on her hind legs, put her paws on my chair, and sank her teeth into my arm, breaking the skin.

The thunderstorm didn't materialize,, but it rained a lot and I was glad Doug was driving me to dialysis.  Unbelievably, another tech screwed up the needle insertion again; this time it was fixable, but my stress level was through the roof.  I came home with a splitting headache.

Twinsday tomorrow, and we'll be celebrating Manda's birthday as well as Father's Day. I could use some hugs.