I am waiting for my student to arrive so we can go to a birth at dark-thirty. I've been trying to avoid this situation for 2 days but we're having a baby pile-up and I can't duck any more. So armed with cough drops and wearing my sweats ( don't effing care that I look a mess), we'll wade in and grab that wee critter.
It's beautiful fog and dim lights now.
We'll never get a tree for the house at this rate. I'm planning to spend more time in bed. It is SO inconvenient to be sick