I thought Zeke was severely injured
and I was going to have to take him to the emergency room.
Then I realized that he was ok.
And I am so grateful. So grateful.
Also nauseous. Very nauseous.
I think it’s a fear hangover.
(He fell with a pencil in his mouth.
It broke
and at first I thought the other half was imbedded in the roof of his mouth/the back of his throat.
But it wasn’t. He is just cut badly.)

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