And getting bigger. This is just a short post, but I'm struggling with the size of the cons expanding.
But even still, I find myself wanting to engage more and more with some of the events I pass on like dances and the like. I wanna have fun at those …
Welp, sickness sucks. Emergencies suck more. Strap in, this one's definitely got some fun. Content Warnings: surgery, pain, medical, gross
So! Sunday evening, the 3rd, I started to feel a little bit of what I thought was just gas pain. I normally get it in my middle of my abdomen …
Cody, a coyote in his late 20s, has been abandoned at a truck stop with nowhere to go, and the manager won't permit him to sleep in the chairs instead of a bunk. And all of those are taken.
After a cozy night with the charitable clerk stuck snowed-in as well, Cody needs some form of rescue, and finds it in an unlikely being: a timberwolf named Brandon, made entirely of rubber and air.
Having accepted the offer to ride along with Brandon, Cody sets off with the rubber wolf, with a cozy end to the night again.
After the storm, Brandon gets to work clearing the road of fallen trees, including making short work of a big one in a way that flusters Cody tremendously.
After Brandon's brief showing off, the two find breakfast. A short cheerful chapter, with Brandon talking a bit about his rubbery biology.
Settling into a hotel after a day of driving, the two find calm, allowing Cody a place to open up a little bit about the scars of his trauma. I'm still not 100% good with this chapter but mostly happy.
With many friends of many faiths, and especially myself not being religious, I don't quite feel right wishing anyone a "Merry Christmas", nor a "happy holidays", as I don't want to seem like I'm co-opting a holy month of the year for many. But I still want to share something …