Ok after food poisoning and a meds check.
Meds have been bumped. For a small time.

Feeling more reasonable. Less stabby. That’s a good thing for everyone.
Spitzer came back and that made me unreasonably more happy than a cat coming back should. But he is my fluffy, fat butt. And he wasn’t necessary gone, gone. Just cat walkabout. But when your fluffy, fat butt is not around to sit on your computer and compete with the black man for attention, then you notice.

Mark one for Tina. Zero for Shitty Life.