While Beorn is definitely better than he was last Saturday, he still isn’t completely himself. He’ll wheek for treats or food, but he doesn’t popcorn around while waiting for me to do his bidding. He’ll eat vegetables if he doesn’t see his green bowl. That thing TERRIFIES him, which is strange because if you remember, he deeply mourned the matching green hay dish.

He will not walk into two-thirds of his cage. If I put food in the back of the cage and set him down, he’ll eat for about four minutes before he remembers that he doesn’t like this section of the cage and runs back to the front third of the cage, leaving the food behind. He will not drink from his water bottle even though I moved it to the front third of the cage. He will not sleep inside his hide-y house or go near it. He will not play the game we play with an alfalfa cookie every night before bed.

I spoke to the vet, who told me to give him time. He had a big scare, and he needs to gain confidence. In the meantime, I should do what makes him comfortable, including placing the vegetables on the ground near him and giving him cuddles instead of exercise.

I am dubious whether this will help him return to his old ways, but I’m giving the cage another thorough washing this weekend, so we’ll see if he resets on Monday.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

Infertile Phoenix got a baby shower invitation. She writes: “I’m excited to be invited. I’m looking forward to celebrating my friend’s daughter. I’m not making plans for after the shower in case it stirs up my emotions. But it might not. The truth is, I don’t want to be pregnant anymore.” I think that’s such a brilliant point — leave yourself space after the shower. It’s a tiny thing you can do for yourself, just in case.

Middle Girl writes about the dreaded household task of taking care of the laundry. It’s not the folding or sorting; it’s that the activity is a time-suck as she waits for it to be done in a noisy space. It made me think about the household task I would be most happy to give up. It may be meal planning. I dislike the planning even more than the cooking.

The roundup to the Roundup: Getting the pig confident again. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between October 11 – 18) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.

As I say every month, I’m shamelessly stealing this idea from Jessica Lahey. She has a recurring monthly date where she reviews all the books she reads that month. Book reviews are important for authors, and I want to get better at doing this.

So. I’m going to review them here and also online, but I’m going to do it a little differently. I’m only going to review the stuff I really liked. I don’t see a reason to spend my time writing about something I didn’t love; it’s just using up more of my energy. So only positive reviews.

These are the books I liked (or mostly liked) from September.

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Rachel Joyce): I saved this book to read when I needed a book exactly like this. So it was the right book for me at the right time. It was a book that may make you feel a little better if you’re also sad that life and time only move in one direction. Very beautiful, and I felt like I crossed England as I read it.

Knife Skills for Beginners (Orlando Murrin): This book is coming out in the US in December (though was already out for sale in Canada, where I picked it up) and totally worth getting. A mostly lighthearted cozy mystery, set in a cooking school, with plenty of cooking tips and recipes woven through the murder. I liked the voice, and while it sometimes got a little convoluted and convenient, it was still a very enjoyable read. Definitely putting his next book on my to-read list.

The Trust (M.H. Eccleston): So much fun. Yes, there are some inconsistencies, and every once in a while, I had to question some of the stated facts, BUT I liked every character. And rooted for them to win. And left the book immediately wanting to read the next one. This was a great purchase.

The Examiner (Janice Hallett): Janice Hallett can literally do no wrong. She is a gift to the literary world. Brilliant brilliant fun. Like all Hallett books, you’re quickly sucked into the story. She has a gift for making characters stand apart, so you always know who is speaking (messaging) before you look at the name. And I loved that it ended with a little bit of ambiguity. This one will have people talking for days afterward. It’s great for a book club.

A Death in the Parish (Richard Coles): I adore his writing, and while his mysteries are not traditional mysteries in the sense that the rector in the book doesn’t investigate in so much as have clues fall into his lap, it was the perfect book to get me through a time when I felt sad and quiet and needed the right book to fit the mood.

What did you read last month?

Asha Dornfest wrote about shredding her journals recently. 38 years of recorded thoughts… gone.

This is a topic I think about a lot. I keep a bullet journal and process my feelings mixed in with my daily tasks. I have journals going back to third grade. What do I do with this writing? It’s not the sort of thing you want people to read after you’re gone because it’s not the sort of thing you want people to read while you’re still here. I kind of wish those journals could be connected to my existence, and once I’m gone, they disappear in a puff of smoke. (Or some more environmentally-friendly option.)

The point is that you don’t know when you’re going to die, so waiting for a perfect last moment to destroy them means possibly waiting through the final moment I had to destroy them. So, do I do it now? Wait a few years? Write out my wishes and tack it to the front of each notebook? Trust people will respect my wishes?

I can’t imagine destroying my journals. And I can’t imagine keeping them. I’m stuck between these two thoughts. It’s not feasible to go through them and rip out certain pages. What bothers me today may be different from what bothers me in ten years.

Would you shred your journals?

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One of the more annoying features of the US health system — and I’m sure the same is true in other countries — is that you need to wait at least one year from your last visit for certain appointments. So if you go on October 14, next year, your appointment has to be after October 15. The year after that, October 16, and so on. You cannot go October 14 this year, and go October 13 next year.

Of course, weekends and appointment openings mean that your yearly visit may get pushed very far off-course. Add in that the twins now live far from their doctor, which means their annual wellness visits have been moved to school breaks.

The visit this year is currently set almost six months beyond the year mark, and I realized that the visit after that will likely not happen at all. We’ll loop around back to summer and start the cycle over.

It would be lovely if you could call into insurance, explain the situation, and reset the timeline. Big plans for when I rule the world.

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Yesterday morning, I came downstairs, singing Beorn’s good morning song. Yes, our pig gets a good morning song. I took away his sleeping space and set down his food bowl, as I do every morning, still singing the song, when he suddenly jumped forward, terrified, and hit the wall of his cage. I jumped back, terrified, and stopped singing.

Whenever I approached the cage, he would run frantically, bouncing off three walls, and scream.

I went to get Josh and thus began 12 hours of trying to calm down the pig. We missed services. We tried giving him his favourite foods. We tried taking away foods that seemed to make him more upset. We tried speaking to him in a quiet voice. We tried speaking to him in a normal voice. We tried to reason with him. We gave him back his sleeping space. He stood at attention for 12 hours, sniffing the air, his back hunched in fear, too afraid to move.

He was okay out of the cage, so we cleaned the cage. That helped in the sense that he would allow us to place things back in his cage, all cleaned. But he still seemed skittish. We gave him a bath, which helped more. He finally stopped freaking out and ate hay, watching us to see if we were judging him.

The most likely explanation is that guinea pigs will mark places they deem dangerous if they’re scared to let other pigs know that something scary is there. But it was like Beorn forgot HE was the pig who marked the space and spent the entire day worried about a danger that didn’t exist, which is super sad. But I’m glad he’s not running and screaming anymore.

He smells so good this morning because I used baby shampoo.