One bright spot, when I stopped in at the kitten rescue on my way home. A dose of fluffy and a good news story can lift my mood for a bit at least. Today's was a kitten that came in yesterday with a suspected broken leg and in the early stages of tick poisoning. Turns out the leg isn't broken, although the kneecap is dislocated (as though someone had picked him up by his back leg, and possibly swung him around :-( ) and he has responded well to the anti-tick stuff and was eating and purring today. I wanted to smuggle him home in my handbag, just to remind myself that sometimes good things can come out of bad.
I gave him a cuddle and he didn't stop purring.