I’m home sick with a sore throat, so imagine this being typed in a hoarse whisper. Imagine me as a hoarse, whispering Robert Redford. Imagine the skies above you dark with flocks of aerial simians.
Went to pick Harley up this AM. They suggested he stay. His gastrointestinal functions are not back to normal. Guinea pigs need a constant stream of food going in one end and out the other to stay healthy. He’s got the “in one end” part down, but the “out the other” needs some work. So they’re going to force-feed him — a process that, with Harley, requires remarkably little force. A day of that and he should be emitting enough shit to qualify for a spot on conservative talk radio.
[10:00 PM] He’s home. He’s not doing as well as he was yesterday. I just got a syringe of food into him… or four fifths, and a fifth all over the towel on my lap. But his eyes look good and he’s happy to be home. He’ll be fine in a while, for a while.
Thanks, everyone, for all the notes of support.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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