Daughter's boyfriend lost his bearded dragon this morning. He had it since he was nine or so, and it was old. He was really upset and touchy, so we're all trying to soothe him and help him out. He went to work early to get his mind off of it, but we know how it goes. I'm concerned I may have some rebound anxiety that I sometimes have when I'm taking care of other people in crisis. I seem to be okay for the moment.

Other than that and pushing a bunch of snow off the driveway--I would say it was a quiet day, but it just hasn't. Made muffins for breakfast because there's no way we were going to risk our necks (and only car) out in this snow.