I have a pooch in a t-shirt this week after a small surgery to remove a small fat mass from her side. Two years ago I didn't act quickly enough when she developed a similar mass that turned out to be mastitis - and that got bad when it finally blew up - so I promised myself I wouldn't let something like that go for too long. And the t-shirt means she doesn't have to wear the cone of shame, for which we are all truly grateful.
Small donation made to a former coworker's cause on Facebook - trying to offer moral support to what is apparently an issue in her family. Just in general trying to stay on top of things and help others feel better.