Mondays suck

So...I'm home sick today and just thrilled about it. Not. There's been a nasty bug flying around work, but I thought I'd missed the worst of it. I was kind of right on the edge of it all last week, but I took it easy, and by yesterday morning, I thought I was good. I got dressed, went out to my Ravelry get-together, fondled yarn, slavered over my new knitting library...and at about 1:30, I just started to crash. Hard. By 1:45, I knew I needed to go home now and crawl into bed. Which I did, and was out for a couple of hours. Now - I love the idea of a nap, but in reality, I rarely ever actually sleep during the day. Unless I'm sick.

Woke up this morning - no doubt about it. Blech! I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say, I'm far better at home, in isolation, than in public and sharing. If you get my drift. I want nothing more to hole up in a cave of blankets and sleep all day.

Of course, I'm not getting off that easy. Having called into the school, and having put together and emailed a lesson plan for my classes, it was time to deal with Bagheera's meds. At which point, I discovered that sometime overnight, he has managed to pull out all of the sutures in his leg. And the vet isn't in today. So I'm waiting for a couple other clinics to open to see if I can get him dealt with. Though at this point, it looks like he might need to be sedated again, which, since he's had breakfast today, means waiting till tomorrow. Which means trying to get a bandage on him. By myself.

Fuck.