The vet said he probably wouldn't be hungry for quite awhile, but I could give him a bit of soft food later. Of course, he made a beeline* to his food spot when we got home. Of course, I fed him. Of course, he devoured it.
The bartender across the street from where I work nearly forbade me to buy the house I'm looking at because of how quickly that neighborhood is deteriorating. :P I go see the house again tomorrow, and my realtor friend Saturday. He thinks I can do better, and wants to be my broker. I don't know if that's necessary or desirable, but I'll hear him out.
I just went to phone our fearless director, and was informed that I had dialed a convent by mistake. I was convinced it was our prank-pulling director having a bit of fun, so I had a bit of fun back.
Oh, please forgive me, Sister Jane.
* Have you ever seen a bee fly? They kinda go all over the place. Max was doing damned fine bee impressions.
Still no checkbook :/
