I hope everyone had a nice Valentine's Day. Mine was a mixture of good and bad. Gary gave me some lovely yellow roses. My favorite. He then took me to a new restaurant in town called Graffiti which was just lovely. Earlier in the day, I had to take Toulouse to the vet because he has been limping. It turns out he sprained his elbow. I'm supposed to keep him from jumping around. Which, if you know cats, is laughable.
After our lovely dinner, Gary had an allergic reaction to something he ate. And it wasn't pretty. I felt so bad for him. I went back to the restaurant today to find out what was in the dish. The chef could not have been nicer. But we still couldn't figure out what it was. Poor Gary. He has all these food allergies and asthma. He's so delicate! :)
Tomorrow, I go to San Francisco on my own for a real adventure. I'm volunteering with the League at Project Homeless from 8:30-12:30. Here's hoping I can find my way there and back. I get anxious every time I venture into the city. Which is a little strange since I grew up in a big city. But San Francisco is its own thing. Wish me luck!