The World Was Turning She Was Right There With It

White Mad spent most of yesterday fuddled.

She' still hiding under one of the beds, but it's all very chilled. She's ready to be stroked, ready to eat.

It's been determined that she does not have bad teeth, nor a skin condition like mange or ringworm. Next up possibilities are allergies, neuralgia and skin cancer. So we start by treatment for neuralgia, because after that it's steroids which may have unpleasant side effects. I really don't want to have the biopsy because if it's neuralgia she's just going to scratch at it and open it, then we get abscesses and all the rest.

But right now, she's serene, which is more than I am re Putin and Ukraine etc. I've tried writing posts about it several times and can't, not without depressing myself to an extreme. I'm a European and I want that f*cker right out of my house. I don't think he will stop unless checked, not until he has his iron curtain again. He may pause of course, but it's not hard to see him slowly waltzing up to the doors of Poland. I say him, he'll be going nowhere unsafe natch, probably even now hiding out in a bunker in the Urals.

But I have things that must be done today, and it's time to take a leaf from White Mad's book, let the world turn and for today, just turn with it. Not because I don't care but because everything else is paralysis and fury.