January 15th, 2010

criminal minds reid runs like a girl

if it was up to me we wouldn't even stop to sleep

Got up early enough to swim before yoga class, and went for a run afterwards. Man, my wind is shot with winter--I did 2.3 miles, but it was on intervals. Gotta get back out on the road again: climbing and yoga and swimming are good exercise, but they do not build wind the way running does.

I was going to claim this as a day off, but I'm actually feeling the urge to work, so I'm going to run with it. I'm declaring it a day of aimless pottering instead, and eventually I will make butterscotch cupcakes for TBRE's (belated) birthday.

But right now I'm going to drink some coffee and write the scene for "Ligature" that I thought of this morning. And then maybe write that last book review column, and look at some copyedits, and then maybe spin while I listen to the last story and a half in METAtropolis, which I am finally getting around to listening to a year or so after it came out.

Oh, it looks like I'll be at the Massachusetts Library Association conference on April 30 in Hyannis, and also the Tucson Festival of Books March 13-14, with, well, most of the rest of Shadow Unit--Will Shetterly, Emma Bull, Leah Bobet, and Amanda Downum. And possibly Sarah Monette, if we can spring her.

ETA: This didn't get posted because I was distracted--Teeha is having her puppies, and TBRE and I went to deliver food to the labor coaches. So far, all black, three boys and one! giant! GIRL. Who is already pushing her brothers around. (Konigenbriard!) One or possibly two more left.

Tea today: coffee with cardamom
Teacup: Pilot Knob Coffee

170 miles to Isengard. Yeah, I've been slacking lately. It's cold.
ace the wonder dog

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Teeha has delivered 8 healthy black puppies, and mom and her offspring are on the way home.

One baby, however--the only tawny in the litter--is staying in the ICU at least overnight. He's the biggest puppy, and he got stuck on the way out. The vet had to do an emergency C-section to get him and the two brothers and two sisters who were behind him.

He still may not make it. He hadn't, actually--after they worked on him for three hours, he quit breathing, and after the vet tech had put him down he started breathing again on his own. And she said, I am told "I am not giving up on this puppy now" and got him back one more time.

So he's alive for now.

My mom is asking for any good thoughts, prayers, or wishes anybody can spare for a tiny ridiculous dog, if your belief system permits it. 

He's a scrapper. I really hope he makes it.

ETA: Little guy didn't pull through. Thanks so much, everybody, for your kind words and thoughts.
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