P does seem to feel a lot better today, though he is still flipping out periodically, making some of the saddest sounds I've ever heard. He's beneath my legs on the couch right now, resting his head on one of my calves, looking thoughtful, occasionally crying. I've also been flipping out periodically, but keeping it mostly at bay with extreme busyness in kitchen, all dishes have been cleaned, two quiches made, green curry well underway, am considering making something with apples. Wishing I had something fun to do, may be driven to catching up on maintaining web sites or something equally horrible.