Ray's temp went up to 103.7° yesterday and suddenly the world came to a crashing halt. Emails unanswered, office littered with papers, plants unwatered, counters stacked with crap, appointments cancelled, and no end in sight, as he spiked back into the 103s this evening.
Luckily the doctor we saw today gave him some meds--sulfa something--so I really hope he's on the mend. But good lord, between this and the stomach flu (for the rest of us) last week, getting the new dog, the end of the summer session grading, and other assorted b.s., it has been pouring, not raining, in Akron, Ohio.
It's really hard taking a puppy out for walks with a not-yet-walking 22 pounder who doesn't like to be put down when he's feeling sick. Luckily he did sleep through the night last night, which was a blessing. I hope I'm similarly lucky tonight. Ray only naps when held, and every time it seems I have him drifting off Rubi starts to whine and pace.
I wonder what would happen if I started whining and pacing.
If you could keep us in your thoughts that would be really, really great.