Scarred for life, or a few days

While we were, ahem, ruff-housing last night, the dog clawed off half my face.

Okay, he actually only put a scratch down my face, and my mustache was unharmed … and poor Bae seemed pretty upset about it. On the bright side, I’m now halfway to my Halloween pirate costume.

Dad out of hospital

Dad's out of the hospital, and they tell him his lymph nodes are shrinking. Two more rounds of chemo to go ...