Life is handing me it's fair share of lemons lately. My precious 9 pound Chihuahua, Sophie, went blind virtually overnight from a stupid disease I'd never heard of until it was knocking on my door. I went to my dermatologist on a lark to see what I could do about a reddish rash that I had appeared several months ago on my cheeks. A routine visit turned a tad more serious when she sent me for a blood test to screen for Lupus. Things grew quite a bit more serious when that test came back positive. I don't have any definitive answers yet, but I do have a rheumatologist. Yay me.
Just when I thought enough was enough, my husband got laid off this morning, which happened to be the 13th anniversary of him being hired by his employer. Come to think of it, Sophie was diagnosed with SARDS on Friday, February 13th. Let somebody try to tell me again that there's nothing ominous about the number 13.
Of all days, today would have been a day I definitely could have talked myself out of posting something. I really wanted to keep this blog focused on my creative endeavors, but some things just need to be let out. I'll definitely be journal-ing all of this. In the meantime, here's my owl collection. The little one was my dad's, and the other two belonged to my Aunt Billie (my mom's sister). I wish I could have picked up the phone and called my dad today for his words of wisdom. He would have either calmed me with some amazing insight, or made me laugh by saying something really goofy. He's been gone almost twelve years now though, so instead I'll just have to hope for a penny sometime soon... but that's a story for another day.
I leave you with owls. Now who wants some lemonade?