We've been preparing for the meeting all week, I just don't have to the energy to get all of this paperwork sorted out. So, I had to pick the smartest animal in my house to help.
And that's the parrot. She's pretty talented, so I put a set of headphones on her and had her transcribe the year's meetings, but only Chief "big numbers" Chet Beedle.
Sky didn't like the headphones, so she listened closely to the Beedle's explanation of why we need to close the Mt. Mesa Clinical Pharmacy.
I gave her some chamomile tea after it was over, she's still hasn't recovered.
"What the hell did he say" she kept repeating.
I told her, you can't actually understand him, he doesn't want you to. It's not you Sky, it's not you.
Sky will not be joining us as this was too much for her. But I'll see you there.
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