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Chaos is better.  For the moment.

Darkness is worse.   Apparently someone in this family must be geysering, and Darkness has taken on that responsibility.  I had nearly twenty-four hours when everyone was almost normal and then it all went horribly wrong all over again.  I made it to the monks Saturday night.  I did not make it to St Margaret’s last night.  I was planning on going.  I took the hellhounds out for a final pee twenty minutes before I had to leave—and Darkness began geysering.

Neither hellhound is eating.*

Pav got me up this morning three hours after I’d finally got to bed after Darkness’ last rush.  This time when I heard her yell I hit the floor running.  Which meant I got there in time, but it also meant I did not get any more sleep.

I didn’t ring the vet today because I couldn’t bear to hear how long it’s going to be before we get the next lot of lab results back, especially because I’m sure there won’t be anything in them and we’ll have to decide what to do next.**

I can’t believe the way this—whatever it is—just keeps on getting worse.

I’m not getting any work done.  I need to get some work done because while food is a minor expense, vet bills are not.

You’ll forgive me if I don’t write a proper blog tonight.

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* With reference to a conversation on the forum about getting your dog to eat by offering him—or her—something your dog sees you eating, and what a seriously bad training model this is . . . yes, it is, if you have a normal dog that eats normally.  When things go badly awry the rules change.  If I could get the hellhounds to eat by giving them something I’m eating . . . I’d do it in a heartbeat.  I’d be delighted.

** I did, however, receive a home visit from my curate.  Pastoral care.  What a concept.  I told myself he’s used to people under stress^ who haven’t done a lot of housework recently and possibly weren’t really good about it even when things were okay.

Join a church:  it’s part of the system that then someone has to give a rat’s ass what’s happening to you.

^ Although probably not three-dogs-with-diarrhoea-of-mysterious-origin stress