Friday, December 12, 2014

Where Did the Fall Go?!?!

A brief update before I hit the hay. I've spent the last month plus battling gut issues with fever and no small amount of -- um -- discomfort. I finally gave in and went to the doc, who put me on rest and two industrial strength antibiotics. The corner has been turned, and I have successfully avoided the hospital, so things are looking up.

All the resident canines are blissfully healthy and happy! Mysti's staples came out without incident. I promise you, if there was one, there were 60! It's a good thing she didn't have to go through a metal detector. She's gained her weight back and is back to swimming and romping. She does tire easily still, but wouldn't you if you'd undergone three major abdominal surgeries in less than a month?

The puppy, Yap, is HUGE! She's only 4 months, but she's almost as big as Mysti! Bouie just watches the two of them and does the canine equivalent of shaking his head. Sometimes he gets in the romping mix, but they outnumber him pretty quickly. Quite an interesting family dynamic we've developed around here. I'll post pictures soon, once the dust settles around Moogie's, Manor for a bit and I can get unfettered access to the laptop for a bit. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this thought:

Elizabeth Warren's effete self-righteousness is enough to make one hurl one's lunch

Yep. I've been keeping up with the latest reindeer games to come out of DC, even though it probably gave me a setback in the gut-healing department.

Sweet dreams!


  1. It's almost always best to ignore politics when one is ill. And when one is healthy, for that matter.

    I'm not saying be apathetic. I was heavily involved in politics (candidate, campaign manager, state party head, and on and on) for too many years to ever make that my philosophy. But I've found that a cursory glance at the news each day will keep one up to speed unless sadomasochism is involved.

  2. You may be onto something there, Sully.

  3. But, just the thought of Elizabeth Warren makes me hurl. And, unfortunately, she can't be unseen. Or unheard. *shiver*

  4. Glad to hear everyone is doing better. We inherited another rat terrier in Oct. Now all us fat rats fight for the recliner.