FOB did a bit of weird attention-grabbing, which hit a number of my buttons, so I hung out in the women's toilet for a while. Keeping my mouth shut, and personal read on the behaviour strictly to myself. Families are peculiar creatures.
After a day running after surgeons. I'm very tired and achy, totally worth it.
My surgeons in question were doing a double procedure, which is always a difficulty squared not doubled. They'd been held up by the surgeon in front of them, and needed to get out of there to pick up their respective children. So, they helped open, each prepped their own sites, and were patient and helpful throughout. Still a fast, busy event. Felt much worse for a patient with a broken clavicle and arm and ribs (the last of which were not surgically fixed). Despite the delay, they finished on time.

Zeppo has found one of Moby's favorite places on a chair under the table, and his buckwheat pillow - which I washed immediately after Moby was gone. Zeppo is filling the space in his own way, growing into the hole in our lives.
Hard to get good photos of black cats, but worth the trouble.


Eleanor seems to be eating better and chasing more, which I assume means she's gotten over the dentistry and is feeling better.
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