He's not doing well this week. Of course, he's sending very mixed signals, and just as I think I need to make a vet appointment, he bounces up and demands treats and acts perfectly fine. Then he goes back to his little bed and ignores the world. And (this is gross) he's basically incontinent, and doesn't seem to care. (This flooring was so worth it, and it's saving my sanity right now.) But he's eating and drinking, and he perks up when offered vanilla cupcake flavored goldfish crackers, and he doesn't seem to be in pain.
Meanwhile, I woke up with a headache and sore throat, and I'm very, very tired. But I'll drag my ass to work, because I am still digging out of a mountain left on my desk while I was gone.