choirboypuppy is still sick. The rash is better, but he's got a nasty respiratory infection that I fear has gone bronchial. Back to the doctor today.
He's still in bed at 9:45 this morning, my kid who normally wakes up with the sun. Spirit the Dog, who is
choirboypuppy's dog first and foremost, will not leave his side despite the distinctive, delicious sounds of the fridge opening, of cereal boxes rattling and of bread being sliced in the kitchen upstairs. He knows his job.