Hobkin slept with me for most of the night and is doing reasonably well, probably better than
It's such a blessing that he can be there 24x7 at times like these, but it's also less than optimal because Hobkin is really a mommy's boy, and I can do things with him that no one else can—like force feed him meds. Did I mention that after the first dose of amoxicillin, the silly beastie decided he no longer considers it a nummy treat? Sigh. Not sure how my boys are going to fare come Hobkin's afternoon med. time. I anticipate a pink, sticky mess...pinker and sticker than the one he and I made this AM.
Another reason to nominate this morning as Least Fun Evah: the East/West MARTA rail lines weren't working when I arrived at Five Points station. They were busing people to their East/West destinations, but from Five Points, once I get off the Northbound, I just transfer to the Eastbound for one stop to get to the capitol. So it's walking distance. Rather than deal with the bus, I set out to hoof it...in the breezy, blustery cold. And I started off in the wrong direction (of course). Fortunately, the capitol sits at the top of a hill and is crowned by a shiny, gold dome. Hard to miss. Even for someone as directionally challenged as me.
Walked in the door at work to a rush bill. Off and editing while I still couldn't feel face or fingers and not only hadn't I even tasted my coffee, I hadn't even poured it yet. But things are slowing down a bit now. Thankfully. But I'm really not going to be at my best today.