Bad weekend, this... Helga-canary caught her foot in the wiring of the cage last night and twisted one of her toes right around. The toe-nail is at the bottom now, she is unhappy, and I can't take her to the vet before Monday - I could take her to an emergency place across town, but that would probably be a bad idea, carrying her on a bus in the winter like that. So now I'm trying not to worry too much, I'm sure they'll amputate it and prescribe antibiotics, and she can just sit on the cuttlefish bone for today. I don't want to go out in case she bites the whole thing off and bleeds to death... I'm rather cross about that cage now, it's not stupidly ornate or anything, it's just got places to snag toes that I've never noticed before. And I'm cross that I can't do anything much useful now.
And I can't seem to get any painting done either, oof.