Argh -- last night before I left work, Elizabeth called and said "You need to get home NOW." Never a good sign. It seems that Whit, since he can't lick his healing spider bite on his neck, has started licking his inner leg, and late last afternoon, he hit a vein. So he was bleeding all over the place, and we had to get him to the vet.

After a bit of finagling, once Lizzie got Whit and Drew into the car and our heroic neighbor Neil drove our car to the vet (I met them on the way to relieve Neil), we dropped Whit off, lampshade and all, with the vet. One more night spent with the doc.

I'm hoping he can come home this morning. Who knows what sort of contraption he'll be wrapped in? I'll keep ya posted.

Meanwhile, I finished revising another chapter (still feeling good about, too!) in the novel and also finished a VERY rough draft of my "Dawn" story. I really need to find a title for that. Later!