Frank's back in kitty hospital, alas, with more xplodo-bum and an eye infection to boot. Which sucks, because he's seemed a lot happier in the last few days - wolfing down lots of kibble and turkey breast, demanding attention, etc. We'll get him to the specialist vets tomorrow-ish for an assessment. Have put aside writing projects while we deal with that and also get ready for the big trip next month. (It all keeps ticking away in your head, of course - I'm just not sitting and working.) My mood is lower than I'd like; fortunately, I see my psychiatrist on Friday.
* My frequent remark to the cats, just in case they're up to something.