I woke up early this morning to the sound of the cat vomiting, so I got up, cleaned the mess, and went back to bed. Poor kitten's been curled into a ball all morning though, and I talked to several vets, who've concluded that he's either got an upset stomach from switching to a new food, or has a urinary blockage. One of those options is much better than the other. So, instead of getting work done, I'm sitting with him and watching trashy TV because that is the level of attention I can give anything. I was planning on spending all morning reading and commenting on poetry manuscripts, continuing to read Anne Carson's Autobiography of Red, and working on the submissions queue until blueberry picking later. Oh well. Tomorrow, I guess.