Sick and Tired

Spent the weekend in bed with the crud. Literally did nothing beyond sleeping and basic functions. This morning my head's stuffed up and my throat's raw, but I'm going to work. Sgt. Tibbs is missing again. I'm back behind the office calling for Tibbs but I can't make out anything, my ears are plugged and everything is loud. But I think I hear him. I get Charles to come back with me to listen and there Tibbs is, behind the fence, crying his little heart out. Stupid cat...