sleepyThough he and I went out and wandered around a bit before dinner, and he wanted to ride the lawn mower, so we went out for a ride. I bumped the mailbox when we went to check the mail and it fell off the post. Oops. As Jet put it, "Crashed the mail! Crashed the mail!"
I did, indeed, crash the mailbox. John's got it clamped up until we can get a new one this weekend.
Jet lay in my lap like a lump for most of the evening, burning up gently. He ate nothing, drank a boatload of OJ and milk, and went to sleep very promptly, only to yell, throw off all his covers, and go back to sleep just a few minutes ago. I hope he sleeps well, but I'll be home for him tomorrow. Nice to have very flexible work and hours.
