I'm sick. Really, really, knock-me-down-and-watch-me-sleep-for-22-hours-a-day, sick. No knitting, no reading, no working sick.
When I get enough of a bug to wipe me out like this, I am the world's biggest baby. I whine, I cry, I fret, I am generally a pain in the butt for anybody near me.
My current living situation makes TLC difficult to obtain. My only roommates are four lovely, well-meaning dogs. Hard as they try, though, I really need more than hairy, albeit warm, cuddles, and a reminder to walk/feed them regularly.
If I could just figure out how to train them to make tea and cinnamon toast, I'd settle for that.
Love me, love my dogs, M
15 hours ago