Just back from a rare Wednesday happy hour. A bunch of us went to Champps: me, Kelly, Carmen, Leanna, Paraag, Sam, John, Cassandra, Courtney, and several new people. It was a lot of fun. We hung out, joking around, talking. I had some chicken strips. Kelly teased me for occasionally looking up at the TVs to catch the Red Sox score while we were talking. I couldn’t help it. I’m terrible at dividing my attention. (But at least the Red Sox were losing.)
Spoke briefly to strausmouse this evening and then managed to walk right onto a Yellow Line train without having to wait so I was home at around 9:20-ish or so.
No mail of interest today.
Zeke was happy to see me when I got home, but I noticed he’d thrown up a little bit at some point in the day. He seemed fine, happy, active, so his problems from a few years back (when he would throw up and then have breathing problems) don’t seem to be an issue at the moment. I’m kind of glad I wasn’t home for it because I always get really anxious when he gets sick.
I’m beat. Don’t know why but I’ve been tired all day. I’m off to bed.