With the hoomins, I always say, “Get up, use the bathroom, brush your teeth, and describe your symptoms so we can take appropriate action.” (Usually the symptom is “didn’t feel like getting up.”)
I carted Jake downstairs to the food and sandbox, and after that, he decided to go outside and contemplate avianicide, so he’s obviously not too ill. When he comes back, he can get in his dog bed in the sunbeam.
It sure is peaceful here. DP, Tom, and Elen are at the coast. Bill went to work. Sally spent the night at her friend’s house up the street. After lunch, we need to go buy a new heat lamp for Jack the Rescue Dragon, and we’ll look for clothes for Frank’s First Communion at T.J. Maxx and Ross. Walmart didn’t have any jackets.
I get up and move around but then I realize I felt better when I was lying down. Hmpf. CFIDS does that, y’ know. I will need another breathing treatment in a bit. I can feel my chest tightening up once again. Not good.
The wind has died down a bit, but it might come up again, later.
Zeke just sent me a text saying that our friend Berta, NASTY trouble-maker, tore one of the fliers off the door. She was seen doing it. So much for freedom of elections...didn’t people get arrested for doing things like that in the national elections?