I'm so excited!

I just got an appointment with the fabled Dr. Hahn! I had given up hope, but Dr. Pope's assistant just called to say that the referral went through. It's not until mid August, but you know - two months is better than never. For those of you who have not followed my every medical moment with rapt attention (and that would be all of you if you have any sense - or life), Dr. Hahn is the expert in the intersection of neurological disease and autoimmune disease. Which pretty much describes what's happening with me. She wasn't taking any new patients because she very much wants to retire, but somehow Dr. Pope talked her into it. I guess it pays to be a medical mystery after all.

Chloe and Jane are asleep at the food of the bed as I write this. Pixel and Mao are having a wild session of mutual grooming right next me. Get a room! I mean other than mine. Oops, I think they heard me type that, because Mao just stopped and gave me a dirty look.

Q's cat Lexy escaped (again), and Dar found her freaking out in the barn because the alpacas had her trapped by blocking all of the doorways. They were just being nosey and checking her out, but she didn't know that. Lesson learned, Lexy.

( And speaking of alpacas . . .  )