Made the stupid mistake of letting Kerri and Pola interact on Monday night, leading into Pola getting a significant gash torn in her belly because Kerri is an asshole.
Fortunately, wife managed to get her into the vet for an emergency patch job... to the tune of $1,300. Not as bad as I was expecting, and definitely thankful for Pola being alright, if a little shaken by the experience.
Got our command Thanksgiving potluck today, for which I'm the POC. Came in super early because rain was falling and that typically means people on the road crank up the idiocy to 11. Tables set up, trays set out.
Now it's just... existing here until go time in a few hours.
Then hopefully a relaxing long weekend of nothing.
Also: Managed to drop five pounds this week with having removed all but breakfast and a Huel pod worth of food each day.
Got way too fat these past couple years.
Time to send the fat kid back to the void.