Max Update

Max's next visit with the vet is , appropriately, on my birthday. He's doing well, with only minor discomforts yet (an ear infection due to a weakened immune system, some loss of agility). His appetite has recovered. Water intake/output is still high.

Max's illness has provoked some reflection. I've been working two job slots for nearly eight years (with only one salary), and it is affecting my own health. Inflation is grossly outstripping my pay.

And my body is telling me I'm not 26, I'm almost fifty.

Do I die, or do I take my chances in this bad economy? I have, of course, been pursuing my opportunities. My GI tract has paid a steep price for my loyalty. No one has lasted eight years in this position (or earned the service awards for doing the job that I've gotten). I've set a record. Death is not a fiscally responsible option. Better to go bust, than die.