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I usually can hold Andy still long enough to put the hyperthyroidism  medicine in his ear. I have to be stealthy, though, to get to the point I can hold him down.

In the meantime, cold weather woes continue, and dropping a grocery sack with bread that turned out to have eggs on the bottom have stressed me to a frazzled. The bread –  OK; the eggs – three broken and leaked on my clothes,  muffler, and stupidly carpeted kitchen floor.