Quiet

Just a quick post to say, my mom is fine, and it wasn't a return of cancer. Thank goodness.

This was very welcome news.

I got sent home early yesterday from work, for looking like I was on my "death-bed," (also one person pointed out that my face looked all swollen--awesome) and I stayed home today, to try to get rid of this bug I've been fighting. It doesn't seem serious, just a fever, feeling dizzy/shaky/tired/sinusy. No big deal. Plus it's always fun to stop, startled, when you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror and realize you look AWFUL. Everyone at work (and everyone in this town, I think) has been passing a flu-type illness around, and it is my turn.

I wish I didn't feel guilty for not doing laundry on a sick day.

Anyway!

I am home, we got five or seven inches of snow last night, none of my pajama pants are clean, my blogging has been terrible, and the dogs and cats? I witnessed what the dogs and cats do all morning. This is what they do, all four of them: sleep. Because that night of sleep they just got, combined with the evening of napping, combined with the previous morning of napping? It's all just too exhausting.

Sometimes Monk opens one eye. He glares at me for coughing, breathing, or maybe disturbing his sleep with my brain waves. He then groans, hides his eyes under his paws, and goes back to sleep.

They have it so bad,
black sheeped