I am in no shape to write tonight, but I am in no shape to quit either.

The day dug in at my temples and one small spot on my back.

I rummaged for tea and found herbal junk with pretty pastel scents, then smashed through cabinets looking for something black and caffeinated and bitter to help me trudge through another morning.

I shoved Hershey's snout through a black shirt and wove her paws through the arm holes. She gets to run around dressed that way until the open cut on her back starts to close.

We don't want to sew it shut and sew in an infection, the vet told me...

He cleaned her wound and gave me antibiotics. Try a T-shirt, he said.