Well, as has become fairly typical in my venomous household, the fantabulous celebration of VH’s birthday last week quickly went downhill as we both woke up in the middle of the night with raging food poisoning. No fun, that, when both parents are sick while a very active, very Christmas-happy little boy is perfectly fine and dandy. VH and I wound up taking turns moaning on the sofa with a bucket near to hand, while the other lay in bed doing much the same thing. By Friday morning we were both much, much better.

That’s when a neighbor called to deliver the bad news that he’d found Winston’s body on a nearby road where he’d apparently lain for a couple of days after being struck by a car. I’ve spent the weekend trying to recover my holiday spirit while mourning my cat.

Fortunately, I see the Envenomed have kept you entertained, including our latest addition to the Viper’s Nest: De Doc.

I hope your weekend has been much, much better than mine.