So much silence, I know. One of my dogs got very sick. He is now doing a lot better, though we still don’t know what exactly triggered a very unpleasant confluence of events.

On top of all the bad symptoms, he did not want to eat, so I’ve been spoon-feeding this jerk and making him home-cooked meals. And now he’s turning his nose up at dog food. So I…uh… made a critical mistake.

Just finished T. Kingfisher’s Jackalope Wives and Other Stories. It was a charming collection and I was even more amused to find out that she’s also Ursula Vernon who wrote the Dragonbreath and Hamster Princess series that I recommended to kids back when I worked in a book store.

A friend recommended Beast in Black and the album From Hell with Love has both fixed me and made me worse.

So I went on family vacation in the woods.

I managed to lock myself out of the cabin after midnight without my phone. I lucked out that my brother-in-law was on the ground floor with the window open, so I could stand outside his room and hiss his name. (So as not to wake the niblings up, not just to be scary.)

“Psst, hey I locked myself out.”This MVP woke up from a dead sleep, asked no questions, and let me in. Truly wonderful.

Then as I’m going downstairs, I realize that if this was a horror movie, he really messed up. Laughed about it with my roommate cousin.

The first thing BIL says when he sees me in the morning is “You are the real one, right?” Apparently, he woke up and told his wife “… I might have made a mistake.”

Roommate cousin says I should have told him “what are you talking about? I locked myself out and slept in my car last night.”

Anyway, that is to say, it is definitely me who came back from the forest and not something else. Honest.