My dog is acting lethargic (we had to convince him to eat; he's a pug and that is their life mission) with a growth on the left side of his face and sensitive front paws (at least the right one) with, as far as I can tell, bigger joints than I expected. (That may just be progressing arthritis. He eats joint-medication food presently but perhaps needs a different type, or something.) The growth must have been fast growing since it seemed to arise while I was house-sitting from Friday to now. We're wondering if it's an infected tooth or something, since his breath is even worse than usual (and got worse faster than it usually does after a teeth-cleaning--especially now that he gets a few kernels of prescription anti-tartar food as the vet suggested). He didn't want to go out--even more than his usual level of dislike for rain--but Mum managed to get him out and to "do his business" so we have a sample. She left a message on the vet's machine while I was at the committee meeting, so hopefully I'll hear back early tomorrow and will be able to bring Mugz in.
Am I worried? Yes. Am I thinking about it? No. I do try not to worry when I can avoid it; it never gets me very far when either way I'll just have to deal with whatever choices when I come my way. We do know that if it's something with a one-time treatment that isn't hugely serious (like antibiotics or tooth removal) then we'll go for it; if it's something bigger (like the c-word) or would take many very expensive treatments...no. He's 13 in November. I stop after those thoughts.
Damn you, Rule of Threes.
In good news, the committee meeting went well. Minister Carol requested one of the committee members to go convince someone and another member said, "Yes, go do that thing Carol does." I said, "You're sending her Carolling?" Everyone laughed (since to "be Carolled" is to be convinced to do something by Carol that one might not really want to do, but really is for the greater good) and Minister Carol remembered that I was the one to coin the term, although it's so popular in the congregation now that other people are credited. ("I was getting someone to do something, and I succeeded, and Kiwi pipes up from across the room, 'You've just been Carolled, haven't you?'") That made me feel good.
I also noticed that I keep ending up with coordinator duties for the services that need more crafting (as in, picking speakers, picking words/music, researching things, writing things) rather than getting the services in which the people responsible for the services (guest speakers and the like) mostly do everything. I mentioned something like, "I seem to get the services that require lots of service-crafting" when most everyone had left and Minister Carol winked at me. Sure, I had the idea for the Reproductive Rights one (that will be in February), but she was the one who volunteered me for corralling (and Carolling) the "View From Across the Bridge" College service--and it's common knowledge already that I work with the youth, so also the Senior Youth Service. :P I keep getting the feeling she's training me! I also got to meet the New Minister Rebecca more; we discussed the senior youth after the meeting. She didn't realise what dire straights we've been in with the group, and that at this point we're really rebuilding from scratch rather than any sort of continuation. She's with the program more now, haha.
Anyway, at least one thing to come from this bout of Rule of Three not-good news is that my form of escapism has been doing most of the stuff I had previously been avoiding through even more useless escapism. As in, now there is something Bigger that I want to keep my mind off, so I am not as afraid to do the things that had previously been the Big Things To Avoid. The Hierarchy of Procrastination has changed.
Still behind schedule on moving (was supposed to yesterday, but Grammie) and will be delayed tomorrow (trying and hopefully succeeding in getting Mugz to the vet) but I'm finding things to do to make the next few trips easier.
Also, at this point I get the thought, "I can't wait for minerva_fest to start posting--is it the 4th yet?" about once an hour now. I can tell my brain is looking forward to that as a distraction and also as a piece of normality for my life!