I've moved so much around in the house that my allergies have acted up and I keep sneezing. On top of that, I'm not supposed to be moving heavy things right now. I'm supposed to be working on my posture for physical therapy and working my neck so that the muscles are right again. Lifting and moving heavy items are not on the list of things I'm supposed to do.

I just want him back. I miss him. I keep looking at the tank and expecting to see him. His tank looks like a tornado hit it because I have to keep compulsively looking through the substrate and the decorations, just in case I missed him the first 100 times I did that. Not one person in my house has seen him.