sick

It’s raining, and gray, and I should get dressed.
No one has hurled this morning, but the day is still young.

“Dueling Banjo Puke-Fest” would be a fantastic name for my Appalachian death metal album.

Well, Mal is at the vet’s for the day. Initially, they wanted me to drop off some poop. When I said things hadn’t improved side last week’s visit and he’d thrown up EVERYWHERE, the receptionist put me on hold. The vet he saw last week is out today, but they asked me to drop him…