A Rough Sunday and A Lot of Snow to Dig Out

Hey all. Billy had a terrible, terrible Sunday, but is better today. (I get in such an awful funk when he feels bad.) He was SO queasy, feverish, aching, metal mouthed, and sick feeling.

Uck. You wouldn't have wanted to be here yesterday. Nothing we tried would cheer either one of us up.

And the Packers had to lose by one point, too.

Oh, and I got a split lip when I was kissing one of the dogs with the other dog on my lap, and the one on my lap suddenly popped his head up really fast, unexpectedly, and slammed into my mouth, and there was blood everywhere.

AND all the paper mache creatures I was making yesterday to cheer myself up came out HIDEOUS.

AND the only movie I wanted to watch yesterday was unavailable because of snow on the stupid dish.

Today is much better, though.

But now we have to dig out the 4-wheel-drive SUV so we can slide down the winding mountain roads and try to get to his Neupogen shot by this afternoon. We had TWO FEET of snow, and it's all still out there. And he's not really in a condition to be digging cars out of snow, so really, I should do it.

But it could all be so much worse!

And, this, too, shall pass.

Love!