Welp! Looks like Hick is going to survive. He came home early again from his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2) on Sunday. It was 42 degrees, so not many customers, and he got a chill, and his legs hurt. Came home just before noon, and settled back in the recliner for a nap under that afghan again, scarcely six hours after awakening. Anyhoo... when he took his temperature two hours later, it was 98.5. So I guess he's going to make it.
The Pony, on the other hoof, had a little accident. At home, not at work. He was attempting to eat part of a big candy bar. He likes a Symphony. Not the kind with nuts, but the plain chocolate. He had already opened the big bar, and meant to snap off a few squares as a treat. But he BENT HIS THUMBNAIL BACKWARDS! I might be inclined to declare The Pony accident-prone...
Anyhoo... I commiserated with The Pony, telling him how I got a paper cut from an envelope flap while using my letter opener. The Pony is no stranger to paper cuts from envelopes. I felt kind of bad for complaining.
It's like telling Hick that my back hurts.