I'm not quite sure what I have to say tonight. But I know it's Tuesday, and it should be Friday. It's been the longest of weeks, and there's still so much of it left.
Mr. Jones has pneumonia. After a slammed weekend, we found out when I begged him to go to the doctor on Monday morning. So he's been at home for the last two days. I feel terrible that I'm working and leaving him home so sick. I'm ready for him to be better. But Dr. Eve has been taking fabulous care of him. She's such a good little pup.
I'm overwhelmed and exhausted. The house was clean, but a weekend on the go and a sick husband at home are not very conducive to the house staying very clean.
For now, I'm curling up with my feet on a fuzzy puppy and watching Smash.