I've been home with a stomach bug for most of this week, hence the lack of blogging. My quality time on the couch has included a bizarre array of books, making me wonder if it's brilliant or disturbing that I can flip so easily back and forth between the gut-wrenching pages of A Hope In the Unseen: An American Odyssey from the Inner City to the Ivy League and Jennifer Weiner's The Guy Not Taken?
In other news, THAT DOG came home from the groomers looking spiffy and spry with her new clean self, then promptly gulped down a pile of poop left by who knows what sort of animal while rooting around in the back yard. Honestly, I don't even want to imagine the creature that left that - we live in the city, so it's not like we have many wild kingdom moments. Kylie, however, dove right in and reveled in the moment, so to speak, celebrating the "unique gift" from her mammalian brethren. Seeing a hawk circling overhead, I quickly pulled her and her poopy mouth inside before she fell down a rung on the food chain.
She, I noticed, does not have a stomach bug.
And while I kvetched about it back in November, now would be a perfect time for a little Barry Manilow Christmas music...