Fallout

Well, I guess that it’s inevitable that once all the stress of rehearsing and getting the show open and running is over, that I should get sick. The flu has been making the rounds of the cast, so it was also inevitable that it would hit me. I’ve managed to develop a bit of a sore throat and an ear-ache. I half suspect that it’s more a case of allergies hitting me and making for some obnoxious post-nasal drip, but the results the same. I feel like shit.

I’ve had word from Amy Hartman that Buster is adjusting to his new digs quite nicely, which is a huge relief. I felt really awful about taking him away from his home to stay in a strange place, but ultimately, it’s for the best, I’m sure. Gavan just wasn’t able to devote the time to him that he requires, and in his loneliness and anxiousness over his humans always being away, Buster was doing some pretty heavy duty chewing. Gavan’s exasperated phone call for help followed the destruction of our bedspread and several pillows.

Here’s what he looks like when he’s doing his “You don’t love me enough” routine:

He’s a corker, he is. I really miss him. ‘Course, it’s easy to miss him when I don’t have to put up with his whining and crying all the time. I don’t have to get outta bed every morning to feed him and take him for his morning constitutional. But I do have to say that I was shocked at how happy I was to see him and get to spend time with him last Monday. I really wish there were some way I could have him here in Philadelphia with me, but alas, it doesn’t look like it’s in the cards.