I'm home, with a headcold, after a night in which nobody here slept much.
Robb has just left to take Smog to the vet, because one of his eyes is hugely dilated. We have no idea what's going on, but the vets are taking this quite seriously.
It's really freaky. Little Smoggy looks like Mister Teatime, from Hogfather. Maybe a bit less sinister, but still very worrying.
In happier news, our young hen Isabella laid her first egg this afternoon. It is a beautiful blue-green egg, an amalgam of all the colors we've used in our house.