It is stressful. We did a sort-of introduction today: cat stayed upstairs and just stared through the railings; dogs took forever to notice him, but were excited when they did see him, but neither of them tried to pursue or get to him. Just stood on the main floor and squeaked, lol. So that's at least a little encouraging. I just hate being worried about worst-case scenarios.

Ugh, seriously. Rest is really important, but so hard when you're already behind and know you're just getting more and more so! I feel like I always forget how frustrating illnesses are *after* you start recovering for just that reason.