After a solid day of rest and recovery i actually was able to get off the couch and start working again today. i was having a pretty good day until my mom called and told me that my dog that i have had since i was 11 died. poor Mycroft you will be missed. he was a 16 year old dog but it doesnt make me miss him anyless. i loved that little guy all five pounds of white fun that he was. you will be missed Mycroft...thats all i have i am off to be sad.