Brian reminded me of the popper mafia

I love old poppers, they're like ancient wines to me, but the boys demand new poppers, so I have a box of the new at the condo,

it's official

P1+10 = 80%

T wants me to stop at the grocery store on the way home.  My shields are up!

worries about Dax

When I got home T was worried about Dax, he said Dax wasn't finishing his food over the past day or so.  Otherwise Dax seemed normal, so I suggested maybe his stomach is upset from eating something he shouldn't -- Dax still chomps on sticks and weeds on his walks, still periodically vomits it back up.

But this prompted T to worry more generally about Dax getting older and maybe only having a year or two left.  He's now caught up with me on not necessarily putting Dax through surgery if his remaining lifespan is short anyway.

Sounds like T needs some extra emotional support this week, I'll try to give it to him.