Dudley did okay on his first post-op day at home, crated, wearing a cone. He only has to do that one more day, then he has two days with daddy off work and two with mommy off work, and by then, he will be mostly over this icky experience. They release him from the crate and cone when they are around to supervise, but of course, it's not just HIM picking at his own stitches, but two other curious BFFs who are Very Concerned, and Too Helpful.
I've been researching the gray screen of death diagnosis, and it appears that my iPad is truly a goner. And really, the screen just...looks dead. It looks like the display died. And I'm very sad, because I loved it like a pet. Yes, I can get a new pet (thanks to my boss, who is truly a good guy) but I am in a foot-stamping tantrum anyway - DAMMIT! I REALLY LIKED THE ONE I HAD!
I'm surprised at how iPad dependent I'd become. It was my little buddy, and now I have to get a new little buddy, and I know in time I'll learn to love it just as much, but still, I didn't expect or want this.
Look at me, whining, when I don't even have to spend money to replace it! I'll shut up now.