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Thud.
Wednesdays continue less than generally productive. 251. Still not done with 51.
Lennon's home from the hospital. He's acting like himself, though a tired, somewhat more antisocial, and a bit embarassed version thereof. He's not moving as smoothly as he usually does, but given that he had abdominal surgery, I'm not all that surprised. We have antibiotics for him, which is a barrel of cat-wrestling laughs.
Arthur's perplexed by him and hissing occasionally. They should calm down quickly enough, I hope.
Lennon's home from the hospital. He's acting like himself, though a tired, somewhat more antisocial, and a bit embarassed version thereof. He's not moving as smoothly as he usually does, but given that he had abdominal surgery, I'm not all that surprised. We have antibiotics for him, which is a barrel of cat-wrestling laughs.
Arthur's perplexed by him and hissing occasionally. They should calm down quickly enough, I hope.