It is Friday yet, right?
I got in my truck after getting home and ran up and down all the streets around here, and finally just calling the pound and leaving a description and my number.
On the upside, I think my cold/flu is on the decline, as I seem to have regained the ability to perform linear thought, and tie a full windsor. Now I can walk about my house and pick up the 18 dozen kleenexes and cough drop wrappers. I have eaten exactly 3 pieces of pizza and a can of chicken soup since Sunday, so I think I should be hungry at some point soon.