Day Off

So, I have another girl's name I love a lot--Fionnula, which means "white shoulder" in Gaelic. Lovely. Unfortunately it kind of cancels out Finnegan, as Fionnula is pronounced "fin-oo-luh," so we'll see...in about ten years, if'n I have my shite together enough at that point to contemplate motherhood.
But aside from the crucial business of baby names, I need a space to try to become verbal again. Maybe I'll slack off less here than in my journal (how I miss the days of wildly journaling during boring lectures), or at least need to make a little more sense.
It's my day off, and I've been feeling uneasy about all kinds of crap (no pun), most worrisomely Lola's pooping very runnily in and around her box. Poor little munch. Going to the vet tomorrow, which will undoubtedly cost an arm and a leg. On the money-saving side of medical care, I am getting a call this evening from a Kaiser MD who will listen to me describe my symptoms (a cold that just won't go away), and either recommend an office visit or prescribe me medication over the phone. Very strange. The scheduling receptionist was very defensive about the whole business, which makes me wonder if it's new.
Peter and I went for a jog at the aquatic park, and I pussied out halfway through and opted to walk right along the water, very soothing to be by the water as always, aside from the infestation of creepy mo-fos lurking around in the bushes and sitting in their parked cars. It's breezy and sunny and kind of chilly in here as I have a bunch of windows open and the door. The cats keep coming in, either to check up on me or receive reassuring pets when they're feeling agoraphobic. Anyway, I've got to go wash the dishes and make the bed and as well as a big mess searching for a missing credit card.