So, Hubby calls me from work telling me he has two bad things to tell me. #1 he will have to work next week, so he will have to leave a day earlier than usual to go back. #2 he cut his finger. Like, cut it pretty bad. Since he's at work for the night, they are trying to find one of the guys that's a trained EMT to see if he needs to get stitches or not. So, of course, this is all about 1 hour before I'm supposed to go to bed. Now I'm up stressing and worrying that his finger needs stitches, won't get them, he'll get an infection, etc. So, NOT what I need right now.