Healing hugs for you first! xoxo I hope your daughter can pass the ‘test’ (ie pass gas/poop/etc.) so she can go home soon. And I hope those antibiotics can end your sister’s infection. Her condition is scary, and I really hope for everyone’s sake that she never has to go through that again.
I want to say they’re baaaaack, but it feels a bit early for the Radio Cat Oracle to make contact. All Soul’s is still a month away, so the barrier between this world and the spirit world isn’t thin enough yet?
An acquaintance from my college days shaved his head, and then on pure impulse shaved his eyebrows, too. He looked like a boiled egg: totally expressionless.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one, but those empty egg cases are pretty, I think. I used to carry a loupe with me when I hiked, and I used it for wildflower identification — Newcomb’s Wildflower Guide ftw! — but it also came in handy for examining insects and their egg cases and hive structure.
I just hope he’s actually willing to talk about this with doctors, both physical and psychological. There is treatment, but for some people who value privacy in that part of their lives, it can be too mortifying to even discuss.
Your husband has a talent for breath-taking conversation, eh? And, yes, genetics is a powerful force, though I suspect there probably and element of nature vs. nurture going on between Thing2 and his daddy. ;D
Btw, the difference between pumpkins meant for carving vs. one meant for cooking was something I learned the hard way. Way back, when my hubby and I were young and broke, I thought giant pumpkins would be economical eating, but dear gawd, they were mostly water and a bit bitter to boot. The texture was stringy, too, and not in the good way that spaghetti squash were.
So if the raccoons are Trekkies/Trekkers, does this mean the opossums are Star Wars fans?