(I first typed "corn" instead of "crown" and almost left it at that ...)
Well, I seem to be over the nausea, but all is not right at our household:
The dog has fallen ill.
She had some, erm, digestive problems that led us to feed her a bland diet yesterday ... which she then vomited up today. And then some. And then some more.
SF got up at 4 a.m. to take care of her and didn't really get back to sleep. The vet said it looks like she has a stomach bug and kept her for a few hours to give her IV fluids. We now have anti-nausea and anti-diarrheal medicines to give her tomorrow.
This has thrown a monkey wrench into our plans to visit SF's parents this weekend, but we'll figure it all out. We can't take a puking dog, but the vet says if she's not vomiting tomorrow, it's probably safe to go.
With the transfer set for Christmas eve, we've been in a difficult position: visit before the holiday and tell them we're a no-go for Christmas day itself and stay home and eat ice cream, visit after the transfer and hang out with SF's pregnant sister-in-law and her husband and try to shut out the evil green monster, or go for the entire four days.
None of these plans is perfect.
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