So, the weekend began on an up-note. I got to leave work at a decent hour, and we went home, and had dinner, and then Fuzzy had to go back to work. Ugh. He so doesn't get paid what he deserves for this job.

Saturday we were lazy, staying in bed until the disgustingly indulgent hour of 4:00 PM. Then we showered and did some shopping. Fry's again, because Fuzzy's Vaio came down in price by $100, and because I'd promised to buy transfer paper for my mother, and DHL it to Baja Sur. Oh, fun. Then B&N for music and movies. Harry Potter, Hitchhiker's Guide, and The Mists of Avalon on DVD, and an Anita Baker cd for my stepfather. Every time I send them stuff I wonder if other people stretch the definition of 'documents' to include 'cd's' on their customs forms.

Sunday was lazy, too, though we did go out. I bough a pair of black and blue plaid pants last week, and after they were washed to remove the sizing, I realized they're as soft as my new purple pima cotton sheets, so today I bought two more pairs (well they were buy one, get one for half, so how could I resist?) in other colors. Then we drove to Blossom Hill so Fuzzy could look at Gateway laptops. I was not impressed by the clarity of the video at all. The Sony's may not have floppy drives, but the video is damned impressive. Somewhat ironically, we ended up answering questions for other shoppers. Frightening that even though neither of us has been a Gateway employee since 1998, we still know their products better than the sales folks. And we didn't even do notebook support!

But I felt queasy all day, and tonight, shortly after Fuzzy had to go into the office at 1 AM, queasy became actually sick. I'll spare any readers the details. I just emailed work and said I wasn't coming in. I'm thinking of not going to Toronto, but then I'm thinking, you know, I work more hours than any of them, I deserve it.

On the up-side, we did have a nice walk with the dogs this evening, and Cleo is doing wonderful recalls, even without food rewards. And we got to have a late lunch/early dinner at Willow Street, where King Raffi from Mix 106.5 was at the next table. The dogs enjoyed the leftover burger with melted gorgonzola that Fuzzy didn't finish, too.

So, it's 5:30, and I just whined to Fuzzy that I need something carbonated to settle my stomach – the only soda we generally have in the house is his noxious orange stuff, which glows in the dark. Well, it doesn't. But it should. (It also tastes like liquid pop rocks, and he drinks it warm. Ugh.)

I have to remember to call the kennel, reserve a car for Toronto, and tell the water folks to skip a cycle and just deliver bottled mineral water. And I need to try to sleep.

*sigh*