Last night Windy was too weak to climb through the dog door and had trouble walking, after being no worse than normal for the last couple of weeks. He didn't eat this morning. I took him to Jim and Robin's anyway, and by the time he got there he seemed a little perkier and Jim was OK with taking him for the weekend; they will watch and see how he is doing. I fear he's pretty much at the end of his rope, but he has surprised me before and maybe he will again.
When I got back home, I managed to clip the garage wall and tear off my passenger side mirror.
I am totally unprepared for the con art wise, but I printed the next copy of the two images that I sold at Windycon, and I just piled everything in the car, so if I can find the spoons when I get to the con I can put any and/or everything into the art show.
I am similarly musically unprepared, but the guitars and the filk bag are in the car.
Packed some clothes.
Packed enough food for the whole weekend in my cooler.
I feel absolutely like crap now and would rather just crawl in a hole and die, but instead I'm going to quickly change clothes, drive to Urbana, pick up birder2, and go to Springfield for the weekend. Either things will get better, or I will just die and not have to worry about it any more.