status quo

my favorite poet, john ashbery, is 80 today. so, happy birthday to you, john. i love your work.

but i don't really want to talk about my own writing now. i mean i do, but i don't, so i'm not going to. i'll just say it's not going great at the moment and i'll leave it at that. for now. still, i'm not saying die.

speaking of death, it looks like there's going to be none of that for max quite yet. kara took him to the vet yesterday afternoon and his wound looks fine. he's going to be on antibiotics a while longer. it's possible, and perhaps likely, that the abscess did stem from the sagan attack of june 4; infection might not have been totally eliminated and gravity might have pulled the pus to that one spot under his chin, forming the abscess. a theory.

they're doing more blood work on him. his blood work has been, as i have said, consistently good over the years. all the pain meds he's on, though, could be hurting his liver or kidneys. we'll see. we have on record a sort of living will for the guy, and basically if anything else goes wrong with him ever, that's it. we'll do wound care and minor diagnostic studies (like blood work), but no x-rays, surgeries, or aggressive treatment for anything. he's just on the palliative care. i suppose we'll hear the results from his blood on monday or tuesday.

i've been doing some yard work this morning involving a reciprocating saw, and that was rather fun. i like my reciprocating saw. but now i'm going to have a shower and then i'm going to run some errands. it's saturday today.