Poor little G is sick. Nice, old-fashioned cold, and he's miserable. This morning he woke up and his eyes were glued shut. He was freaking out and crying that he couldn't see, and I think he made a comment about his eyes being gone. I got a warm washcloth and finally he was able to open them. His eyes got as wide as they could in their state, and he exclaimed, "I can see! I can see!"
It was so cute. His whites are a bit red streaked, so I'm pretty sure we're dealing with conjunctivitis. No PT today!
The temperature outside was about 30 below (F) this morning, not factoring in the windchill.