I didn't hear the warning sirens go off at Moffett Field.
I did notice when Warren woke me up to tell me there was a tsunami warning. He was expecting me to get called into one or both of my jobs. Luckily, that hasn't happened, so I can get back to sleep.
If I can get back to sleep.
My throat hurts. My nose won't stop running despite all the antihistamines I'm on. My neck is swollen like a football player's.
Warren wants me to see if I can go to Dr. James tomorrow instead of Thursday.
I'd rather do the appointment Thursday and have some "alone time" while he and his mother go off by themselves. I'm working a split shift with overtime that day, so I'll be up that way anyhow. I figure as a "worst case scenario" I could crash a bit at Dr. James' office till it's time to go to work, and as "worst case scenarios" go, that's a pretty good one.