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Wish me the best!
Sep. 20th, 2007 08:09 amI'm off to FenCon (with a side trip to parents on the way). I have a critique session tonight, and those always make me sick to my stomach. So, I'm popping some Tagamet and hitting the roaad anyway.
One of the dogs is acting nauseated, so perhaps she's sharing my angst. I hope she's OK. I have very capable dog-sitters (in-laws) coming to take care of the beasts, so I'm going to take the chance and hope that it's just a finicky stomach on her part. (She might have eaten a bad grasshopper, or some tricky mulch. She eats lots of bad things in the yard.)
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haikujaguar tells me that tonight...
"However it goes, it's supposed to go that way."
Nice to have my natural fatalism backed up.
One of the dogs is acting nauseated, so perhaps she's sharing my angst. I hope she's OK. I have very capable dog-sitters (in-laws) coming to take care of the beasts, so I'm going to take the chance and hope that it's just a finicky stomach on her part. (She might have eaten a bad grasshopper, or some tricky mulch. She eats lots of bad things in the yard.)
haikujaguar tells me that tonight..."However it goes, it's supposed to go that way."
Nice to have my natural fatalism backed up.
