Fortunately, it's a figurative headache...but the ribs hurt for real.  I've all but recovered from my bout with the plague last week, but I was coughing so much that I think I strained the muscles in between my ribs, and now I'm really sore.  It's getting better, but it makes it really hard at work when I've got a ginormous dog trying to drag me through the walls.  And it really hurts to sneeze.

But my figurative headache is courtesy of Tumnus and work.  Tumnus may not survive to adulthood the way he's been acting lately...He's out of his Sweet Obedient Puppy phase and is well into his Defiant Stinker Puppy phase - I knew it'd be coming as he got older, but GEEZ.  I can only pray that he gets over it soon. Mostly for his sake.    Work has been interesting lately, which is good, but it hasn't been good interesting for the pooches.  I've had to deal with two young dogs with cancer (which just plain SUCKS) and an animal shelter that apparently doesn't understand the concept of medical records.   So I feel useful, and from a medical standpoint I like the variety, but I'd rather avoid these types of situations.

And now...yeah, pretty much same old, same old.  The T-bone and I are going to take a trip home next weekend so I can do my taxes (so convenient that my mom is an accountant!) and then the following weekend, Cami and Karen are coming up to visit...but right now it's pretty boring.