Went for a walk very early this morning and we saw klipspringers in the fynbos, small buck leaping and pronking in the sunlight.
This afternoon I’m off to visit a woman alcoholic in a locked psychiatric ward who was doing very well at two months sober, but jittery, and so her doctor prescribed an addictive sedative. She didn’t think to mention she was a recovering alcoholic and had a truly spectacular relapse. There is so much suffering at this time of year, my stomach knots with tension and pity.
My sweet-faced little white dog has bad breath and smelly anal glands, so she is off to the vet. How happy that vet is to see us yet again! He has put up a great white Christmas tree with sparkling lights and glittery poodle fairies and there are plushy new (washable) sofas in the waiting room, shelves of Yuletide gifts for the Special Cat or Dog in Your Life. His business is booming. At one stage he was afraid he might have to become a cattle or horse vet in this remote country location, spending unhappy days pushing his forearm into the nether regions of dispeptic cows, but fortunately he has clients with small healthy dogs that require inordinate amounts of expensive attention. Life is good.