I didn’t sleep at all last night, and woke sambear this morning crying in pain.
He gallantly got medicine into me, then took a half-day off to get Katie to an appointment that couldn’t be rescheduled and take care of me.
I couldn’t even find my glasses this morning, and my contacts weren’t cooperating, so I spent most of the time that I was awake blind as a bat. My tummy was unhappy, so I managed to get myself dry toast.
Now, dry toast isn’t exactly something I think to protect. Who would want it?
Shelley, apparently. Yep, I sat my saucer down on the bed, and the beast helped herself.
I can only assume that she feels no better than I do.