Physical, Social, Emotional
Tonight was Date Night with one of my pets. It didn't go as planned. The Indian I'd ordered, chosen specifically to be easy on my stomach, still had enough tomato paste or potato starch to violently set off my nightshade sensitivity. Instead of all the things I'd hoped we'd get to do together, we ended up cuddling on the couch while I sipped weak coffee and tried to relax.
Still good company. Not the night I wanted to have. Apologies again, pet, and thank you.