A Week In Bullet Form.

* Last week's shift in the library went very well. I had two appointments and one 'walk-in' as it's called.
     Client 1, wanted a quick tour of his iPad - which he had had for months and that the kids knew how to use, but he didn't - with the view of taking lessons.
     Client 2. needed advice regarding an application letter and help navigating Microsoft Word, which she hadn't used in years and now looked completely different. I also had a quick rummage through her hard-drive and uninstalled several unnecessary or not working applications, which her daughter had unwittingly added or half removed during de-fragmentation (she had insisted to her mother that this absolutely HAD to be done to make her computer work because it was "ancient" - which was untrue - and then made a hash of it).
     Client 3. just needed help printing out a receipt she had received via email.
     ...All three left happy.

* The Story has begun to be written again, slowly but surely. I typed about 5 pages at the library on Tuesday (I've decided that Tuesday afternoons, when I have no college, no work - voluntary or paid - and no other definite obligations to anything or anybody else would be a great time to just settle down at one of the computers in the corner, pop my headphones in to drown out the rest of the world, and get stuck in) and wrote up about 5 pages worth more in my notepad on Thursday while I waited for the train.
     I'm having a great time with this one. It's developing, bit by bit; growing. The characters are emerging in more detail and blossoming into real, fully dimensional people, and in a way that is enhancing the plot, rather than mutating it.

* The Cat has been given a clean bill of health. The medicine we're having to squirt down her throat every evening - yeah, we all really LOVE that part of the day - and the specialized diet have both helped to build her strength back up. She is now as well and evil as ever.

* The Dog, on the other hand, is not so good...
     Well. That's not quite true. Bingo is perfectly happy in himself, and mostly healthy, it's just... the infection he has in his bladder is refusing to shift. He's quite happy, but he isn't right. A sample has been sent off for further testing to try to find out why, and if that doesn't throw up any answers, he'll have to have an ultrasound.
     But that isn't the main problem, of course. Since he has come of his chemotherapy tablets (which had caused the infection in the first place), the cancerous lump has begun to grow again - it's too soon to find out exactly how quickly - and unfortunately not only can he not start taking them again (once the infection sets in, that's it. No more. Ever) but it doesn't look like there is any other treatment he can take either.
     The Vet is waiting to hear back from an expert in the field in the hope that he's wrong, but it's looking very unlikely. So, we're all a bit up in the air right now.
     My mood on the subject is currently wavering between tearful despair, and relief that at least now I know the worst (or very likely I do) and now can just get on with things. I'm erring far more toward the latter, though. I'm don't know if that makes me needlessly pessimistic, or realistically practical. Mother is holding out hopes for Super Cancer Expert Sarah, but I'm not. I think that we've run out of options and that the only one left is to let nature take its course.
     So, overall, I think, I feel relieved and - bizarrely? - optimistic.

* College seems to be plodding along well, I've borrowed a copy of the book I'm working through right now so that I can read it over again and make notes at my leisure, and Best Friend 0,5 (1) made the suggestion that I could have a look on Amazon for a second hand copy of it, so that it'll be mine, and I can read it and scribble on it whenever I want.
     So I'll be looking into that, tomorrow.

* Another subject I'm wavering about, is my hair. It is now shoulder length, just about, and I'm not altogether certain that I like it. The internal conflict is currently ongoing.

And that's it.
     That was my week. In a nutshell.
     Don't you feel enriched, now you've read about it?

...Oh, shut up. You do so...

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