I spent the aftenoon cleaning up dog puke after Wilson got into a bag of Easter chocolate. Luckily, he vomited so copiously that a vet call wasn’t necessary. He was doing, all on his own, what the vet would have induced. Unfortunately, he seemed to prefer carpets and a hard-to-reach-corner under Alex’s bed.
All is back to normal now.
Easter celebration details to follow. I need to get some sleep after the four-liturgies-in-four-days choir marathon that was the weekend!
Up early tomorrow to take Alex to the movie set.