So there's beer coming out of all the faucets, and the City has seen fit to dress me up like a barmaid to match. It seems as though things really are getting back to normal around here, aren't they? Well, if the usual workings of the City can really be called normal, anyway. I suppose it's a bit sad, when I can wake up to no water in the morning--and looking like I ought to be serving up tankards in a tavern, besides--and think, "oh, what a relief, things are getting back to normal."
I'm...starting to feel a little better, at least. My arm still hurts a bit from having the blood taken out of it, but the whole thing wasn't so horribly bad, really. Certainly not as bad as I'd been imagining. Everyone at the hospital seems very kind and pleasant; I'm still not eager at all to pay any extended visits to any hospitals, and being carried there is still out of the question, of course, but the doctors I've met all seem very nice.
...Come to think of it, I've been meeting quite a few doctors lately, haven't I? I wonder how many I know, all told. There's Dr. Pierce and Dr. Chase
...Does anyone happen to know if there are eagles in the zoo?