Writer's Block: Smoke screen

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Shall I rant? Oh, I've ranted too many times about this before.

Suffice to say, cigarette smoke is a major migraine trigger and I enjoy breathing. Also I miss my dad.

'Nuff said.

Well, maybe not. As a friend of mine once said, sure you may smoke. As long as I may pour my beer over your head.

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The cop-shooter is himself dead, shot in a confrontation with police. Several people have been charged with aiding and abetting his aborted escape.

I had no idea how relieved I would be to learn that this monster is dead, but I am.

I'm not actually asking for advice here

Linnet's losing weight again. Those who know Linnet will understand why I'm tearing my hair out. We've been through this before. Multiple times over the last ten years. He's sixteen. At this point in his life, the cure for what's causing the weight loss is worse than the disease because the med makes him quit eating altogether and start throwing up.

I just need to figure out how to get enough calories to make up the extra difference into what is an extremely finicky cat on the best of days, and pretty much hopeless when his stomach is bothering him, for long enough for him to get over this bout on his own. Again. This with a cat who turns down tuna when he's in this state, let alone anything else.

I love him, but dammit, Jim, even the pet dietician was flummoxed last time this happened.