Took Roscoe to the vet today for some tests and booster shots. He has been drinking lots of water lately and that is often a sign of diabetes or kidney problems. The vet took blood samples, but we need to get a urine sample as well…looks like I’ll be holding the bottle for it, what with Roscoe lacking thumbs and all.
The old boy apparently has a heart murmur now, which surprised Grace and I since he has been pretty active lately. Still, we’ll keep an eye on him and get him on a diet. He won’t be thrilled with the diet, I’m sure.
In other news, Grace is taking Accounting and Statistics classes 4 nights a week. Her Statistics professor is, in her words, “the most boring person I’ve ever heard”. I told her she had my sympathies and she should drink a couple of cups of coffee before class to stay awake.
Finally, next Saturday will be my 51st birthday. Not sure how I feel about that, other than it beats the fuck outta being dead:) As far as celebrating goes, so far the wild festivities include going to a Home and Landscape show in the morning and going out for some sort of ethnic chow that night. Sure is different from the days when I celebrated my birtydays with sin and debauchery and various legal/controlled/illegal substances. Ah well…we get older and things change. Still, I’d like to get in at least one more barroom brawl before I’m too old:)