Brontosaurus Is Officially A Dinosaur Again

Whoa. What a roller coaster!

This made me think of Fred Flintstone sliding down the neck and back of his brontosaurus at the end of his workday. Which I then discovered was the graphic for shrift's FB post.

You are clearly in tune with the zeitgeist.

I am. I have zeitgeist coming out of my bottom.

There may be a treatment for that.

I think I'll do a Kickstarter for adult zeitgeist diapers.

Weather here is weird. We've having thunderstorms that are very scattered--there'll be no thunder for half an hour and all of a sudden there's loud thunder that sounds like a truck crashing.

Darby is at the vet being tortured with needles and impending doom. (She doesn't actually care about the needles.) I trust Kato approaches it a little more rationally.

It's a bad time for dogs in Chicago. The usual spring kennel cough uptick has morphed into a massive epidemic of that and the highly contagious canine influenza. Both of which can turn into pneumonia and other nasty things. A lot of daycares and groomers are/have been shut down for several weeks now. It's really awful.

Good vibes for Chicago doggies! That's scary.

We had a couple short but violent thunderstorms here last night. Heavy rain, big lightning, loud booms, all in the space of a few minutes, then gone. Weird.

the highly contagious canine influenza.

I read about that the other day. It makes Kato's gastrointestinal horrors look much better by comparison.

So, Dad called a little bit ago -- the blood test for cardiac enzymes showed that between November and today, the levels have changed, which can mean a heart attack (but doesn't always mean that). The thing is, *if* he had a heart attack, there's no way to know precisely when it happened (or, indeed, *if* it happened). That's really weird to me.

So based on that, he's having an angiogram to look for blockage, and they'll keep him overnight. He's not in critical shape, but it's still weird to think maybe he had a heart attack and didn't know (or DID know and ignored it, which is entirely something he would do).

I think I'm going to take a walk and then get ready to take Kato to the vet.

And my traitorous husband is at the Reds game right now, eating truffle fries. (Well, I don't know what he's eating, but I know this season there's a fancy fry place, and you can get truffle fries, so why WOULDN'T he get truffle fries, right?) And I have no baseball OR truffle fries.

Poor dogs.

Oh, dad of Tep. Glad to hear he is not in critical shape, anyway.

Mmm, truffle fries.