Because that sound will be the sound the last thread of my sanity makes as it snaps and recoils at Mach 4.  Long day.  Not bad exactly, but LONG.  This morning wasn't bad, but the last few hours of my day were insane.  Again, not bad insane, but my blood pressure definitely bounced up a few points.  Had a cat come in with a blocked urethra, so I needed to knock him out and unblock him.  My "check eye" turned into "check eye, check urinalysis, check blood pressure, and explain the pathophysiology of Cushing's disease", and I've still got about four charts to finish tomorrow.  I left work an hour late and am just starting to wind down after eating dinner.  Tumnus is taking a forced time out to keep my last nerve from fraying, and now I'm trying to relax while I eat ice cream. 

Chocolate moose tracks for what ails ya, baby. 

I went running this morning, which was nice.  I think it's safe to say I'm done with the treadmill for the year, unless it's pouring out.  It was kind of raining when I left this morning, but not enough to force me inside. 

Tomorrow is my surgery day - I've got an interesting one lined up.  Got a little dog whose bladder is stuffed with stones.  I don't know how she manages to fit pee in there.  So I've got to go in and get all the stones out.  Should be fun.