And I'm at work. Hmph. I picked
ursuscelticus up at the airport this morning after he got on a flight from Seattle at 10 last night (he must really love me). He's sleeping now, and I'd much rather be *there* with him, but I'm on necropsy duty this week, so there's no begging off or calling in sick for anything short of sudden death. But it's his birthday, and
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