It was too dang hot to do anything last night. Jon and I ate dinner, sat around, read books, and watched an episode of the West Wing. I took a freezing cold shower, and then started sweating the second I stepped out of the bathroom.

Around 10 - we noticed that Roscoe was bleeding from his "anus" (as Jon told me I should call it - apparently "butthole" is not a medical term the vet is comfortable using). We ended up taking him to emergency care and got home at 1:15am. It turns out he has some bacteria caused by stress. Hopefully the stress is from his new home, not his new owners. He'll be on a special diet for a few weeks and some antibiotics, but it seems like nothing we really need to worry about. Jon and I are both exhausted today, but at least our house was cooler when we got home last night.