Houdi continues to do alright. He's not himself, but he eats and he drinks. He is a bit more reclusive than usual, but he's stopped hiding. If I can't find him, I know where he's gone. He doesn't mind being picked up and brought upstairs from the basement, and still enjoys his scritches under his chin.
We will take that as a good sign.
He will be seeing a vet as soon as we get a call back.
No news on Tim, but he knows just how to distract himself. Friday night, he came out and said, "We're going to look at a tractor, so we'll be getting up early."
I probably should have debated it a bit harder, but I find that I can't. Whatever it is that makes him excited in life, I want him to have it.
Which means, in the last 30 days, he's bought a new crossbow and arrows, a floor standing meat saw/grinder (me, suspiciously: "You're not planning to get rid of your wife and doing away with the evidence are you?")
And yesterday, he (of course) bought that tractor.
He's a happy chappy.
I told him his Christmas shopping is done.
Other than that, it was a quiet weekend. I made chili for supper last night. I made a quiche lorraine for supper tonight. Tim is tickled pink that I'm not experimenting with new recipes for a while.
LATE EDIT: HIS TEST RESULTS ARE IN; ANYTHING UNDER .1 IS ACCEPTABLE, HIS NUMBER IS LESS THAN .02, WHICH IS THE LOWEST READING THEY CAN REGISTER. NO FURTHER TREATMENT IS NECESSARY.
Oh my god, what good news!