More stuff, Lethal's eye, lazy me, etc

What is with the weather??? It’s supposed to be summer, the paddocks are dry and golden and the dams are emptying- but it’s freezing, an Antarctic wind is blowing across the hill and we’re all rugged up like Eskimo.

But just so we remember its summer, the flies are out in force, humming the kitchen, entertaining us all with the musical “tchzz” of their electrocution on the fly-zapper.

I didn’t run last night. Richard got home late (curse daylight saving), the kero hot water system had gone out so there was no hot water for him to shower or bath Jack, so we all ate dinner and went to bed at ten-ish. I’ll run tonight though- I’m already starting to make plans for the next year or so- City to Surf here we come.

Lethal went back to the vet yesterday, 3 days after they removed 3 huge grassseeds from under his third eyelid. Despite regular ointment, it wasn’t getting much better and yesterday he deteriorated rapidly, with the eye becoming markedly swollen and the anterior chamber clouded over a few hours. Vet Kate had a chat with a Perth specialist, and started Lethal on oral antibiotics, changed to a new topical antibiotic (Chlorsig) and added a topical steroid. Today it seems much less red and swollen (I guess we’d expect as much with the steroid), and Lethal is happier in himself, spending every crate-free moment persecuting the cat.

Sybil is booked for her ultrasound next Thursday, so I’ll head up to town Tuesday or Wednesday, try to squeeze in what Christmas shopping we can afford. Maybe I’ll take Bill +/or one of the younger beasties to agility training, catch up with Jules and the skankhouse crew, and torture Tom some more about his choice in dogs. Fingers crossed for Sybil- I think Kriszty is still hoping for a miracle, I’m hoping for a prognosis that allows us to enjoy her for a bit longer.

Plans for the rest of today:
Richard: messing about with tractors
Me: paperwork, paperwork, laundry, paperwork, cook some biscuits to replace the ones R will polish off today, and hopefully squeeze in some training with the youngsters (Ziggy says its her turn!)
Baby Jack: sleeping, banging things, overturning things, manoeuvring around the carpet, lots of titty and eating, bath and bed.