Since Angel got sick, I haven't done any writing at all. No, wait, I did write a little bit yesterday morning. I believe it was about one and a half sentences.
So yeah, basically I'm totally stressed out and can't concentrate on much of anything. I've decided to just allow myself to read other people's books until the issue with Angel is resolved one way or another. She's improved from Monday, but she's not better by any means and she's not really eating. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see if her lack of appetite might be due to the steroids and if the steroids are important enough to keep giving them to her. I plan to do a lot of cooking this weekend for her, to see if I can tempt her appetite. I resorted to giving her ham soaked in milk this evening. She drank the milk but hardly touched the ham.
I need comfort reading. Maybe I'll reread Megan Whalen Turner's The Thief, one of my favorite books.