I was going to brag about the incredibly beautiful weather we're having today, but the last time I did that, the gods took exception and struck down The Governor with a raging case of pink eye. Not a full-blown smite from above, but still...never let it be said I don't recognize divine judgment when I see it.
The good news is that The Gov's strep throat culture came back negative. According to our nurse, the city should just start putting penicillin in the water.
The Governor timed this particular infection rather well. His standard operating procedure is to fall ill the day before we leave on vacation. He missed by nearly two weeks this time. I guess I should be crossing my fingers that this was the official pre-trip affliction and not merely a warm-up for something bigger and better yet to come.
And speaking of vacations, I'm having some evil thoughts about how to take care of the Tetras while we're away. What level of Dante's Inferno do you land on if you flush the family fish to avoid the inconvenience of finding someone to feed them twice a day? We have a bottom-feeder, too, but I would never flush that sucker. He's too big and mean-looking. He'd be the type to stick to the plumbing and come back to haunt me.
Of course, there's always Dumpster Kitty. I bet Dumpster Kitty is a big sushi fan.
Decisions, decisions.
I had another paragraph or two discussing various other moral failures of mine, but I'm being summoned to play baseball. And it would be a sure sign of depravity not to be outside on a day like today.
Posted by Cathy at March 9, 2006 02:50 PMDon't worry about the fish, unless you are leaving for a month they will be fine. You are probably feeding them too much if feed comes twice a day.
Posted by: DaveP at March 10, 2006 04:00 PMNever flush a bottom feeder. That's how whales came to be.
Posted by: Inanna at March 10, 2006 10:36 PMLeave the fish. If they dye the bottom feeder will clean them up.
Posted by: Kevin at March 12, 2006 11:29 PM