Time out

Its coming. It is almost 2:30 am on Thursday morning---in 53 hours I will be on the plane on the way to vacation, and then all those time changes get all jacked up and even though I have charts and shit, I only know I will be there by 12:30 some damn time on Saturday afternoon

and since it is me--things are going wrong. In six hours, the vet will be here to tell me why Riot is having vision issues. And final checks for heart beats on Aries, a fun check to make sure we are not tools on HG, maybe a 90 day check on Diablo if she offers, an embryo check on Squeak along with a progesterone check......

Of course, I am scared witless on Riot. I do not want to talk about that.

Barry has been working 80-100 hours per week and is getting squirrelier by the minute from exhaustion. He might really sleep this whole vacation away. I am not kidding about that because the one thing I know about the house we rented is that it has hammocks on the porch, and he is a hoo-er for a hammock. Simba, my old lady Dane, is having hip issues flare, which is no wonder--and I hate to put the burden of observing her on Rita--but what am I supposed to do? Someone has to love her enough to pay attention, and handle it if it gets ugly, and I know she will--I just feel awful that I need her to

Dad is having surgery on Monday--more heart surgery.

So off I go to a third world country. You would think I would be thrilled. I am , I totally am, especially since I am so psyched to handle this new underwater camera BS got me, I could pee. But I have a hard time letting go-- I worry about what happens while I am gone for the first 24 hours. The last 24 are the worst because I dread finding what went wrong while I was gone.

But damn it--I need it. I love my life--cannot imagine what I would do without it. I love my animals, my job, my air conditioner, my big TV....our whole world. But even I need a break from taking care of animals, murderers, perverts and other people that make me think really hard and count on me. Even though I do not talk about it on here, it is a huge amount of pressure, and to take a week off from that......wow......now lets hope I can really put work out of my mind.

Pray the ponies are okay, my dogs are okay, my peeg and his kitty are okay----and that I can chill out enough to get out of this vacation that I am supposed to.

I feel like I am humming some sort of mind numbing bizness------hey, whatever works.

Maybe I should get some Xanax to get through this