My little dog has been sick for over a week. On Christmas day, we found out why: a fourteen-inch obstruction of tangled hair
(!!!!) in her GI tract. One long drive later, we found ourselves back in NYC, sitting in the lobby of the emergency vet and waiting while they examined the dog.
Long story short, they were able to remove the blockage--without surgery, even--and we returned home. So, ok, we had to cut Christmas short, spent most of the day in a panic, and left all of our presents at ~Bailiwick
's grandma's house, but hey! The dog lived, and we weren't bankrupt. Plus, we were going be driving out of town on Monday to see my family.
And then, well. Blizzard. 20 inches of snow in Central Park. Blah blah, roads a mess, horrible winds, nobody's going anywhere. The wind is still rattling our building, but it should subside by tomorrow. So maybe . . . maybe we'll get out? Maybe we'll even get to the highway without ending up in a ditch, or a drift, or being eaten by the abominable snowman.
I realize that my problems are very minor in the grand scheme of things. But this Christmas, man. Damn.