Thursday was the culmination event of months of hard sweat and labor, after which I fell ill. Very ill.
And it was R.'s birthday this weekend.
Poor guy was super sweet and kept a constant supply of tea, Mucinex D, and chicken soup on my bed side table, and spoiled Gus with lots of walks and play time at the park.
A gal at work has viral meningitis. If I'm not better tomorrow, I'm going to the doctor's.