I would swear it was Friday. The 13th.
Let's chalk this one up to a very bad, horrible, no good day.
Lincoln, our black lab who is never sick, has a large lump under his neck that needed to be biopsied by the vet.
We had a bad storm and our internet was out for 12 hours.
My computer got a virus, couldn't be recovered, and I lost almost 3 years - yes I said YEARS - of work, photos, files, and documents. (So if you don't get a Christmas card this year, it's because I don't have your address.) Of course, "back up computer" was on my list of things to do. The list is somewhere on my desk.
Vern's doctor called and some of his test results came back abnormally so they are referring him to yet another specialist. I guess it's time for a new chapter in the Kidney Stone Drama series.
If you don't hear from us, it's because we are hiding under the covers. And not in a good way.
Edited to add: You want to know how crappy of a Monday it is? It was such a bad Monday, that it actually happened on Tuesday. Somehow, somewhere, I lost a day. That's okay. The universe can keep it because I'm sure it was shitty too.