Trying not to take small things for granted

This has been a crazy week.  It's cold and flu season.  I despise cold and flu season.  Mostly because I have to use many public restrooms during the course of my daily work, and the number of people who also use these restrooms, and then walk out without washing their hands, is appalling.  My unofficial estimate is easily 30-50% of people.  Gross.  And we wonder why we all get so sick.

Also I have a child.  Children pass germs around like they are bffs.  And then they bring them home, sneeze on your shared computer, or offer to wash the dishes (who wants to say "no" to that?) and BAM, you have a cold.  But then there are also nice people in the world.  People who notice that you are sick, and try to make your life just a little easier.  Who say,"Why don't you sit in the warm truck while we finish up out here? If you need something, come out and let us know."  People who are ok with just going somewhere where you can get soup for lunch and not making a big deal out of it.  Husbands who don't mind picking up ginger ale on the way home from work, again, because I drank it all and really don't feel like stopping myself.  These are the things that make me happy.

And then Friday happened.  Let me preface it by saying that I cannot take Sudafed or other cold medicine during the workday, because it makes me really sleepy. So, after working all week, I was really, really looking forward to coming home, taking some cold meds, and crashing hard.  Unfortunately, when I walked into my house, I was greeted to a scene from the Walking Dead.

Toby, the older corgi, has been put on Senior dog food this year.  The vitamins and glucosamine chondroitin really give him lots more pep.  It also gives him the energy to get into lots more trouble.  On Friday he decided to get into lots of trouble.  He pushed a 6-8 lb toolbox out from in front of a cabinet door (it was there specifically to keep the animals out, since the cabinet latch no longer works), and helped himself to some baking supplies.  Specifically, a large number of chocolate chips.

I think it was fortunate that most of it came back up (fortunate for Toby, not for the carpets).  However, as I had been at work all day, it had already been several hours since he had eaten the chocolate, and I had no idea how much he had eaten.  Suffice it to say, it was a rough weekend for both of us.  Today was the first day Toby is back on solid food.  He gets oatmeal and boiled egg mixed with chicken broth - which he is not too impressed with.  He ate it, but only after giving me a look.  If he is feeling well enough to be that upset about his food, I will take it.  I never thought I would be so happy to have one of my dogs give me the stink eye.