Commitment is a thrilling experience. Every time you commit to something, you're announcing to the world: "I'm going to do this thing, whether you like it or not." Meanwhile, if you're like me, you're thinking: I sure hope that wasn't the wrong thing to do. Put together, this makes for an excited-nervous feeling in your stomach. But it also really motivates you to do the best you can, so that your fears prove groundless.
My old watch drowned a few weeks ago. It was a cheap Casio with 3 buttons, an alarm, a stop watch, and it knew what day of the week it was. Since I like gadgets, and I expect watches to last a long time, I paid a little extra for a little fancier watch. My new watch can do everything the old watch can, but it is larger, has 2 more buttons, 2 more alarms, a stop watch that can remember
So we had a pretty stressful time last night. From the beginning: Barbara went in to have 3(!) small tumors removed yesterday. Because the last time she took her surface stitches right out, the vet didn't put any in this time. She just put stitches inside the wound, and used some kind of glue on it. I picked Barbara up from the vet on the way home from work, and she seemed healthy, curious, and ready for some treats.