I've started to write several posts over the couple of weeks but none of them seemed publish-worthy. There was the post about how I dropped my iPhone into the toilet and destroyed it (losing all of my Ruby videos), there was the post all the working out I've done (10 days out of the last 11), and another really random post about the giant bull crickets at my studio.
Since both Heath and I are working tomorrow we visited him at the hospital tonight. When the tech brought him in he started rubbing all over us, throwing himself down on the table and rolling over to show his belly, and climbing us to give us a "hug"-basically acting like his old self, at the very least so much better than he was acting when I took him to the vet on Saturday morning (he had stopped eating and drinking again and was there over the weekend to get fluids). On one hand it made me much more hopeful that he'll be okay and on the other if he isn't it will be that much harder.
I'm not usually one to solicit prayer, I guess because I've been lucky enough in life that I haven't had many occasions to really need it, but if you're willing I'll take any kind of positive mojo for Ollie that you can send his way.