my own personal Angel

It was great to come home to a box of surprises from my friend, Angel. I had been going back and forth with the vet trying to get an appointment with the radiologist for an ultrasound and an aspiration for Louise (a mysterious mass near her heart showed up on her x-ray, which may or may not be related to the vomiting - turns out it's a benign cyst, which is good). The radiologist keeps weird hours, so I had to re-schedule the appointment twice and finally got one for today. I had to get her there by 7:30 this morning, and then I worked all day (and it was pretty chaotic with one of our client contacts suddenly getting fired and another client wanting to move up an ad board, which gives us less time to prepare for it, and then Emily called and sounded near tears because her employers are hinting that she should quit her job until she gets this IC thing worked out - they seem to think it will just magically go away, when it's actually a chronic illness), and then I got on a conference call at 3:30 that ended up starting late and was still going when I finally left at 6 to get to the vet to pick Louise up before they closed. There was some kind of emergency at the vet with a puppy that had just been spayed. They're usually groggy after surgery, but this one apparently collapsed in the waiting room and wasn't moving. They managed to revive it and were keeping it overnight for observation. Then Louise was yelling at me the whole drive home (she hates going out of the house). So Angel's box of surprises was the nicest and least stressful thing that's happened to me all day.