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I had to take Denny home at noon because he’s sick. When I left the house to come back to work, he was lying on the couch, still wearing his coat and hat and gloves. Poor puppy. I’m making him some Self-Pity Chicken Soup.
TOP SECRET: I’m not feeling so hot myself. I’m going to keep Zicam-ing and hoping for the best. It doesn’t feel like the beginning of anything full-blown horrible; I’m just feeling kind of sinusy and groggy. Don’t tell. I have tons to get done this week.
