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A lot of the time if my phone is on my desk, my speakers will start making feedback-like sounds just before it starts ringing. Not when it starts ringing, just before. Sometimes they make that sound spontaneously, but I've become conditioned that when I hear them going off, I expect to be shortly getting a call. 

Tonight I will work until I finish "Woodsmen." There isn't much left to do, just some editing and planning. I am determined to get this done.

I hope I have enough d10s. There's something very satisfying about throwing a handful of dice when you need multiple in a roll. It also make it easier to count successes when you don't need to keep track of both those and the number of dice remaining to reroll because you don't have enough to roll them all at once. 

Eight days till I'm back in Waltham. I need to get my act together on collecting all the stuff I'm going to be bringing with me. I'm trying to put together a list of all the stuff everybody's bringing for communal use, so we can figure out what we have and what we still need.  

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The  vet came for Braveheart today. It was a young vet, one we've never had before, who came to give him his shots. He's always a very good boy for any work like that done on him. He was also needed a procedure that involves a tranquilizer as part of the standard method. Like all vets we have for the first time, she wouldn't believe us when we told her that despite the fact that he's a fairly large horse, he's a total lightweight when it comes to sedatives and needs about a fourth of a normal dose. She gave him half, and he was so loopy that he almost fell over and crushed her while she worked. Like we haven't had him sedated a few times in the eight years we've owned him and don't know what always happens. 

When she was done, we told her about our dog Carmen and asked her advice. Carmen is nearly fourteen and a half years old and in very bad shape, and it's pretty clear that it's time to put her down. I hate the thought of losing her, but I don't want her to hurt anymore. She's my girl. The problem is she's terrified of going to the vet's office, and we don't want her to be afraid at the end. The vet suggested either calling someone to perform the procedure at the house, or giving her a certain dose of Benedryl to knock her out, and then bringing her to the hospital unconscious to have it done. We should be doing this within the next week or so, because I want to be with her when it happens.

My poor girl.