Can't we just all sleep til next week?

Boy, we are a mess around these parts.

Daffie is still sore - or maybe even a bit injured - from her week at doggie daycare while we were in Maine. She drags her feet when we walk and practically creeps when going up stairs. We can't really see where she's hurt, even. It might be one of her hips, though she's not obviously favoring one over the rest.

Aaron has a cold and is stuffy and miserable.

And the special author stress is kind of getting to me. I didn't sleep a whole lot last night, and I doubt it will be much better before Friday. I can tell my stress level is high when Aaron beats me to sleep at night, and at this point, he's been doing so reliably for over a week (even before he came down with a cold).

But on the bright side: I just found out that I'll be going to Capri after our jaunt to Pompeii with Dr. Leach and Eve, and there were luscious strawberries at the farmer's market on Saturday:

Anyway, I'm procrastinating. Time for some more caffeine, then it's back to work....