flexagon | I wrote this on the plane too: life, Nala

In mid-air, writing because I don't feel like reading. I could be watching The Company Men, but the headphones at my seat don't work, so I've limited myself to other in-flight entertainment, especially enjoying the dexterity and timing game of Order Coffee During Turbulence. I also finished knitting a hat, and immediately put it on my head because it's chilly up here.

And of course, looking at silly magazines and catalogues. I do like some of these rings by Alex Sepkus. Wormy rings that look like a small alien invasion.

And I also kind of want to buy this shirt from Skymall customized with a 0. "mommy of 0". Wonder if I could get it before Mother's Day.

Here is my sad news: it turns out Nala is hyperthyroid. ("Of course," I said, "the rest of her is hyper, so why would her thyroid not be?") I researched treatments, and found to my relief that there is a very good one-shot cure available. It's around $1000, and involves leaving her in a special facility for 3-5 days while she's radioactive (seriously), butgets her away from the prospect of a pill twice a day for the rest of her life. So that's what we'll do, although we can't do it until she has been on the pills for a month or so (to make sure her high metabolism isn't masking any underlying liver problems) and then back off the pills again.

This is her first major health problem, and I'm glad she doesn't know she has a problem. She vocalizes and runs around a lot, but then, she's always done that. I am calling her my hypercat.