12,685 Days Alive
We had a little mishap today, trimming Spock’s claws that ended up with a trip to the emergency veterinarian.
Spock is going to be okay, so long as his foot doesn’t get infected. He’s in the cone of healing and not liking it much.
Maybe it’s the lack of caffeine but I can’t shake this damn headache for the life of me. It’s been three days now.
Or maybe it’s because I was up at dawn for a grocery store run. Who knows.
Today was stressful. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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