Speaking of crappy mornings...and by that, I mean literally...could I please get some quiet gut healing ~ma for my little guy?

He wasn't feeling well yesterday and I did not take my own advice by fasting him. So, the disquiet in his belly reached a crescendo in the middle of the night.

I awoke to the poor little dude trapped in his crate after having explosive diarrhea against the back wall and out the front door. God bless him, it seemed like he really tried to avoid getting it inside .

The weird thing is, he usually makes a little sound and we both rush down to the door in time. This time, I did not hear a thing.

Which meant I was up for 3 hours laundering, scrubbing, Nature's Miracling and fretting.

This morning, his temp and respiration are normal and, except for some random trembling, he seems to be okay. I gave him some homemade chicken broth to ensure hydration and checked with the vet to make sure the bay leaf wasn't a problem. (shouldn't be in a strained liquid)

I had him up in the bed with me for a few hours. He seemed to rest well and stayed warm. I, on the other hand, startled at his every move, so no sleep for me.

I have a client at 10, the attorney's office at 11 (I'm SO unhappy with him) and a brand new client at 4. Then, a tough client at 7.

Oy. Now I need to make it through this day without getting sick myself!

Aw, poor boo. I hope he feels better soon. And you too, of course.

Tummy~ma for Bartleby. And a bit of making it through the day without getting sick ~ma for bonny.

I saw a Tom Scola doppleganger at a hotel in Florida this morning. If you secretly have a wife and three kids, they are adorable.

Florida just never turns down the sun does it? Going back to the west coast tomorrow (and home Friday evening) is going to be a shock. But it is beautiful here. DIfferent than I am used to, even for coast, but very pretty.

We are legion.

I will miss getting to see you too, Nora. However, going down in May would mean Jon might get to come too, and y'all would love him.

He dreamt last night that I worked for Wolfram and Hart.

Scola is a Cylon. There are many copies.

I went for my blood test. No wait, and the blood-taking person got my vein on the first try and kept the needle in the vein when she changed vials. I like this Geisinger place.

Poor Bartleby and mom. I hope he is over it completely and that your day is better than anticipated.

Scola is a Cylon. There are many copies.

I like this plan.

Scola is a Cylon. There are many copies.

I, for one, welcome our new genially smiling, photographically talented overlords.