Ray had a rough night last night. We spent most of the day helping to organize the Victorian Holiday Celebration in town. I will talk more about that later. We ended up getting home about 10:30 pm. We grabbed a quick set of treats and settled down to relax with some Graham Norton. While we were doing that, Ray had a bit of a coughing fit.

Somehow in the process, his coughing fit kicked in his gag reflex and he turned into a fountain of puke. I have never actually seen projectile vomiting outside of The Exorcist. It was actually pretty shocking.

The good news is he was fine as soon as it stopped, but it did require a bit of cleanup. Fortunately, he had not had too much to eat.