Patient

I think we'll call this the great cold of 2009. I thought I was well enough to go to work today, but found found that I had to come home around 10:00. Bummer, I was planning on getting back on the exercise kick again today, I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow.

So here we are again, with me having been hanging with the dogs all day, and they've been slugging it out on their beds. Of course, now Chili is patiently waiting by the front door (he might even know that Britten is coming home). Cozby is giving me the normal, "What did you do with my mommy?" stare, although he knows that she's on her way home. He's got that sixth sense, you know.