So yesterday was a super stressful day. I got up early, drove down to pick up Sharon and Sam's dog, took them across town to the vet's so the dog could get a tooth pulled, then took Sharon back home and then went home myself, rested, then Sharon called and said the dog was done early so I went down, picked her and Sam up, went to the vet's, discovered that the vet had to stop the dental work because he saw something worrying and had sent off blood and urine samples, then I took them home, dropped off the dog, took Sharon and Sam to get some pet food and kitty litter, then stopped at a burger place so they could get something to eat, then took them home and finally went back home myself.

I did all this while suffering a really nasty PTSD reaction (which deserves a blog entry of its own, so stay tuned), and now I have the additional stress of worrying about the dog.

Sighs, hugs appreciated, folks.