My little guy isn't feeling very well at the moment. Turns out he had some blockages that required angioplasty to open him back up, and he didn't like that very much. I have been sleeping the day and anasethesia away while Rich frets and paces and worries himself into stress eating M&Ms in the living room.
All will be well, Dearies. All will be well. Nothing that a few Tylenol and several days in the Happy Chair can't fix.
Back to the big girl sleigh bed. Night night.