more death

Ninja, our guinea pig, passed away in the night.

Last Sunday, Lisa took him outside to play in the sun and on the lawn. He snacked on a callalily... as it turns out, they're toxic.

So we'll bury him in the backyard tonight.

Damn, it's been a rough week.

Pa's still coughing. Last night, his foot on his stroke-affected side swelled up. He's going to call his surgeon today.

Man, the hits just keep coming.