More Barfing!

Poor Iz, she's only had some soda and a bite of croissant today, and it all came right back up. I have to applaud her for using DivaLea's technique of running for the non-carpeted floor. We will concentrate on the tiny sips of water for now.

Seymour and I are both zonked from lack-of-sleep. He says it's good prep for returning to newborn land.

I am more worried about exhaustion fucking up his planned desert mountain biking trip with Floyd. Floyd has traded The Little Flower to me for the weekend, in exchange for my spouse. I hope everyone's well enough to have a good time. TLF hasn't been in Deadwood for quite some time, so I want to make sure she gets to do everything she wants to. Although unfortunately the cafe is closed for the long weekend.