For about 60-90 minutes, Sparkle gets some Subeans, but she has yet to learn you can lie down in them, so she just sits, staring over the gate at the birds and the tree.
I just got back from an early morning foray to Walmart, and though I feel better this morning, I don’t think I can fight my way out of a wet paper bag. I haven’t had any coffee, yet, but I have some chilling in the freezer, so as soon as the timer sounds, I’ll go get it. ;o]
If I begin to feel better, I will shake the rugs and mop the floors, though if they had to wait another day, they could.
Busdaddy is clinically depressed, I think. He vocalizes with “I’m not very happy,” but with the death of two people close to him and expensive problems with every vehicle he owns, all since Christmas, he has a right to be that way. He just doesn’t recognize it as depression. I do: Been there, done that...
Manny says it’s the power steering pump again. Frank has not been able to keep anything down, yet, but at least nobody else is sick, yet.
My neighbor just came over (in her pajamas) to borrow a computer charger. One of her sons just got out of jail after seven years, and she’s charging up the computer of another son, who I think is presently in jail. Once she’s sure it works, she says, she can get a new charger.
Kathleen is underfoot! Jake is curled up on my pillow with Dad’s Kitty next to him. Occasionally he reaches out a friendly paw and claws it just a little.