Jake and I did have an unfortunate distraction over the weekend in the form of Miss Jackson's canine brother, Little Sammy, getting sick. Poor Sam is old, mostly blind, and has a myriad of chronic health problems, but he had been doing really well lately... until Saturday, when he had what I will just call a bad night. We worried and fretted all day Sunday and took him to the vet yesterday, by which point he appeared to be pretty much fully recovered. He is the spunkiest, feistiest four pounds of scraggle that I have ever seen, and needless to say, we adore him and are glad that it seems that he has rallied once again. Resilient doesn't even begin to cover what all he has been through.
So, now we just continue to wait, cuddling on Sam and trying to stay cool. I should have known that if Miss Jackson takes after me at all, she will wait until the last possible second to arrive. I am nothing if not a procrastinator.