Coped with that, cleaned up the house a bit, and waited for two friends to arrive to meet Talus. They approved, and took him home with them (yay!).
About 7pm, I realized I had to plan how to get in the office on Monday. With Sable, since I'm staying through Tuesday night. Noticed a new sore throat. Groaned a little. Packed. Didn't get myself into bed until 2200. The alarm went off at three.
Why in the office on Monday? I was told there'd be an all-hands. Of course, no one yet in the office knows anything about it, so the sense of doom is very hard to shake.
