Today was insanely busy, particularly for a Saturday.
Got up, fed Hobbsie and left to meet Alexis. My muscles, such as they are, were shaking like jello by the end. It's nice to feel progress. While a far cry from Linda Hamilton-T2 stage, it's nice to feel like I actually have some strength. Tomorrow's gonna hurt, though.
As much as I wanted to come home, fling myself back into bed, I changed for my French lesson and hurried off to Queen Anne. I'm loving my French lessons. It's so exciting to pick that back up and see how much I remember (and how much I don't). It's a really simple pleasure. I'm even looking forward to homework.
After that, I'd planned on meeting up with Jeff who had very kindly offered to come with me to take Hobbsie to the vet since I've been freaking out about it. We'd wanted to grab lunch before, but time was short. We scurried to Metropolitan Market for some pre-made sandwiches and since Jeff is a considerate, humane driver, I offered to drive us around and then back to his car because I was worried about the time.
We cruella-deville'd to my place (and Jeff at no point screamed like a girl, so I was impressed) and grabbed Hobbsie. I had just enough time to change, and was glad I did because the monster sheds more fur than he seems to have on his body during vet visits. We made it there on time and seriously, I just can't say enough how much I appreciated Jeff's calming presence. I would never have thought to ask someone to go with me, but it was such a considerate offer... I just, was so very glad he was there.
( More Details plus a nonspoilery, brief review of Crash )