Felines and Valentines

Both of our cats have been having problems recently, as I believe I've mentioned in the past. Reagan has an allergy to dust mites, and we tried antihistamines, but they didn't work. We're now giving her shots, and she's surprisingly calm about that. It seems like she doesn't mind the shots as much as she minds being held to get them. We also still have some steroid pills to fight the pain, and for a little while she'd take them in those Pill Pockets that are clay-textured treats to put pills into, but now she won't eat them even without the pills in them. We took Wally to the vet this week, and we're going to start him on pills for his thyroid tomorrow. I feel bad for them. It hasn't stopped Reagan from trying to take our food, though.

We didn't do much for Valentine's Day, but I did give Beth a card and some chocolates, as well as a crocheted Octorok from Etsy and a Super NES Mini, although that last one was somewhat self-serving. We don't currently have a setup conducive to hooking up a console to the TV, but hopefully we will someday soon. I've never played Earthbound, and I'm interested in it. But then, I'm interested in a lot of games, especially of the role-playing variety. Beth gave me Phantasy Star 0 for the DS, and I haven't had a chance to try that one yet either. Today, we went out to eat at Burger Bistro, our delayed Valentine's dinner. I don't think it was particularly romantic, though. I think I'm somewhat romance-impaired.

It's a three-day weekend for both of us, which is a relief, but it's also going to make the next two-day weekend seem disturbingly short. So often for me, the most basic things seem overwhelming and like a waste of time. I guess that's the human condition, but I sometimes wonder if other people think that much about it. Things have been going pretty well in some respects, but I still feel hassled by minor obligations. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist if my current health plan covers it; it's been years since I last went to one. I've never found therapy to be all that helpful for me, and thinking back to when I did go to a therapist, having to go into the office was just another hassle. It tended to make me nervous, too, kind of the opposite of what it's supposed to do.