Jet's at Joan's an extra two hours today, so we can rest and we don't have to take care of him for a while.
I plowed through more work stuff. There is a ton to go, but so it is with the spirit of procrastination, the work of months stuffed into a week or two. Then again, more realistically, I didn't have the time to do this until two weeks ago, so it's not really my fault. It just feels like it. So I'm going gung-ho and Jet and I may well camp out in the office while John sleeps.
I'm not sure if I envy John or if I'm just glad that my obsession with getting my job done is allowing me to ignore the damned cold.