Heh, I am feeling a bit better than I did when I got to work this morning, so that's something. I'm still grateful that it is Monday (I never thought I'd say that!).
I got a call from the sitter this afternoon telling me that Buddy has pink eye and needs to go home. That means that Sweet Pea will come home as well, and that I'll be home with both of them tomorrow... or with Buddy at least.
The doctor is booked this afternoon, so I have a call in to the nurses hoping they can call in a prescription so I can at least get him on the medicine.
So. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I can be at home, doing whatever I want (or whatever I don't want) to do.
That will be good. Very good.