As I was struggling with the proof of Vanished that is due back on April 16th but with which I must be done by Wednesday night so I can drop it in the mail before Norwescon eats my brain and time, Mr. Kat fell while stepping off the boat and cut open his scalp.
So, plans for a nice walk were shelved in favor of a quick trip to the ER–since you just never know with head wounds. Luckily, it’s literally a flesh wound that didn’t even need stitches, but it still ate 2 hours of our time and only shows that as soon as you don’t have medical insurance, that’s when something stupid happens.
And Mr. Kat now has a cute little beanie of hospital gauze. He looks so cute… (not so much.)