Getting Me Through.

The fastest land animal is me when I’m in another room and hear my dog about to throw up in the living room. In fact, they should make an alarm clock that plays the sound of Ricky about to throw up.

The last two days, the roles were reversed, as Ricky bolted to my side every time I bent over the toilet and loudly heaved. Dogs are good that way. And so were so many friends, who checked in on me as I was in absolute agony for 24 hours. I appreciated that so much.

It’s been 20 ½ years since I last vomited, but my M.O. hasn’t changed. As I lay nauseous, my body rejecting whatever was inside me (Sharkeez bacon), I needed the TV on quietly. Shoutout also to the overnight “South Park” marathon. 

New streak begins today. See you in 2038.