Would you like to borrow the dog tonight? It's in the 40s, most of the snow has melted, and you know what that means. He's wanting out every few minutes so he can go dig in the mud. And sit in it. And lie in it. I'd have given him a bath hours ago if it wasn't that he'd go right back out and do it all over again. He's driving me nuts. So if you'd like to dog-sit for a little while, I'd appreciate it.
Other than dealing with our endearingly annoying canine, it's been a good day. I felt good enough to enjoy work and all the usual Saturday rush. I came home and watched UK slaughter Auburn. Carolina and Notre Dame are on now - playing in Greensboro, so really a Carolina home game. I'd love to stay up for it but doubt that I'll make it. And I'm glad I didn't stay up last night, since Duke lost to Notre Dame.
I'm tapering prednisone now so I'll be careful how much I push myself this weekend. Dr. Barnes wants to know if I still need it by Monday. And the draft horse sale starts Monday, so I'll need to be at my best by then. I got on this infection so fast that I think I'll come off with no problem. Everybody said I looked much better today, had more color, and that's after working long yesterday. So I must be better. But I still need to be careful for a few days.
In the interest of recovery, I believe I'll be off to bed. Besides getting ready for the horse sale, the tournament is coming. The usual March sleep deprivation marathon will start soon. Can I text you about the games like I used to when you were at work? You still haven't given me your number, you know. And, as I keep reminding you, Skype would be much better. The bracket show is tomorrow, so you need to hurry!