Ogh. Feel awful. Kev and I both sick. Puppy has worms. (Which has nothing to do with our sickness.) This is a house of pestilence. I fell asleep at 9 p.m. last night, woke up at 4 a.m., even more exhausted and yuck-feeling than when I went to bed. Thank god for Dr. Who's new season -- watched two episodes, which fortified me enough that I could walk the dog -- who is entirely too bouncy and energetic despite disgusting worms in poop.
Today must take puppy to vet. Otherwise, expect to lie around and groan a lot.