Robb is sick. Really sick. Shivering so hard at night that he wakes all the household mammals. Unable to face food. Passing out on the way back from the bathroom. He's miserable.
Tomorrow is my birthday and our anniversary, and Robb and I had planed to get out of town, and enjoy a relaxing weekend in Point Reyes. We have un-refundable un-transferable reservations at a rather expensive bed and breakfast.
I did not do this drawing (but I really love it). We don't eat cheap duck pie at our house. And besides American vultures don't look like this fellow.