I know that religion is a 24/7 kind of thing, but for some reason, the Vatican issuing driving guidelines strikes me as weird.
Especially if it leads to summations like this:
It says that automobiles can be "an occasion of sin" - particularly when they are used for dangerous overtaking or for prostitution.
Oh, no. I jumped ahead and landed on a page with lots of hugs and consolation headed Fred's way. Dare I go back? Poor little guy.
(Teddy, I mean. I don't recall Fred being particularly wee. Anyhoo, hugs to you and Hubs and the furry ones.)
Short version, brenda -- latest blood work not good, and even the upbeat vet isn't upbeat any more.
And I've made two visits to the only local pet cemetery and found nobody there both times. And they haven't responded to voice mail.
Okay, people are crossing threads with their convos and I'm getting dizzy.
Serial;
I hope your stepfather is well, Anne.
Thank you, ita. I'm waiting to hear back from Mom, and I have no idea when that will be. Since the thing actually ruptured, the infection is a real problem.
I'm so sorry the news is bad, Fred.
Anne, I hope your step-father is okay. Love to you and your family.
When I had my tonsils out when I was a teenager, my hospital roommate was a girl my age whose appendix had ruptured. It was rough going for her, and my memory/impression is that she was in the hospital for a while, but she recovered.
Sorry to hear the bad news, beloved peeps. Much ~ma headed your way.