Been the longest short week of work I've ever had. Friday, I cut my finger badly enough to require medical attention. No need to worry or expend any healing energy my way, it was bad enough to warrant a trip to the walk-in clinic, but not bad enough to need stitches, and it is healing nicely after being glued closed. Saturday, I was on my way in to work and got flagged down by a park neighbor. His girlfriend's dog had just been hit by a car and did I know the closest vet? I did, and I transported the understandably hysterical young woman and the injured dog to the vet immediately. And then proceeded to worry about the dog for the next 24 hours. Lunchtime on Sunday, I took a ride over to their house, and Matt came running down to tell me the good news that the dog was going to be OK, followed by Hillary, and Sawyer the Dog himself.
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