I had to audit the obedience school class for Tumnus tonight.  I went to get him from his cage after work to find that not only had he horked up his dinner, but he'd vomited about six or seven additional times.  And I think he blew a little from the back end, too.  I wasn't about to make him trot around in a circle for an hour while I fed him cheese.  So I just left him at work and I went to watch the class to see what we needed to work on this week.

This is one of the major advantages of my job, though, because before I left I just gave him a shot to help with the nausea and then let him sleep while I went to his class.  I think he's feeling a little better now...when we got home, one of the first things he did was go blitzing off to my room to grab a sock.   And thank GOD that if he had to get sick, it happened at work where there are latex gloves and stainless steel cages and easy-to-clean surfaces.

I'm hydrating right now...meaning I'm drinking a little more water than I usually would because I have my eight mile run tomorrow.  Which I probably should have been doing all day, but what'cha gonna do?  It's a little chillier tonight, so I hope to God it's warm enough for me to run outside in the morning...because I might die if I have to do eight miles on a treadmill.  I'll probably run outside no matter what it's like out there...but I really hope it'll be a pleasant experience.

By the way, who decided that throwing cigarette butts on the ground was socially acceptable?  I swear, the front of my apartment building looks like a tobacco confetti extravaganza.  It's so trashy.  C'mon, people...I pick up my dog poo.  The least you can do is walk over to your garbage can.  And I'd say almost every day I see at least one person flick a butt out of their car window.

Speaking of cars, my car's name is now Scurvy Jet because he has a headlight out.  So tomorrow I either need to buy a new bulb or a car-sized eye patch. 

So that was my day.