Heady!

August, if you didn't know, is a vicious knave. We were almost in the clear, but, as usual, the door to August hit us in the ass on the way out. This happened when we found what was either a tumor or cyst on the underside of the Lou Dog. After two days of tenterhooks and two nights of poor sleep, we found out this morning that it is a benign fatty tumor that will not even need to be removed unless it gets unwieldy. We have a significantly smaller amount of money than we did this morning, but I would seriously rather have nowhere to live than a sick Lou Dog.