Unfortunately, this seemingly mild cold coincided with a flare-up of my dog Brandy's arthritis. So she's been up every hour or two every night, whining in discomfort or barking to get help to get up and shift to a different spot to lie down in a vain attempt to get comfortable.
So I've missed four days of work and was sufficiently out of it that I didn't let them know I was out. My foggy reasoning, if it could be called that, included the fact that everyone that I would call to tell them I wasn't in was out of town for a conference. Bad form, though, and something I should have known better about.
Took Brandy to the vet today to see if anything could be done to make her more comfortable. She's old enough that Ericka and I have talked about whether we should put her down. Brandy still shows interest in her life and takes joy in simple things like getting a walk from the older gentleman at the end of the block every day. The vet suggested putting her on steroids a while back and we'd been giving her about 10 mg per day. Turns out this is very low for a dog her size. So we upped her dose to 30 mg today and we'll see if that helps.
And with any luck, I'll get enough sleep to kick this cold.
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues--Bob Dylan--Highway 61 Revisited