Last day of February. Thank heaven. I am hopeful that March brings Spring. I am sick of the cold, snow and Winter in general. The goundhog promised an early Spring. If that little fucker lied, I have a stew pot with his name on it.
Food and water good. Meds and vitamins down. My house is cleaned up, I just need to do some laundry, which I will get to a little later.
Head is beginning to bang. Urgh!
Willy Dog was up tossing his cookies last night. He looked like death warmed over when he left for work, this morning. I suggested that he might want to stay home but he insisted on going in. Whatever. I am not his mama. He knows how he feels and it is his choice.
Pookey had that one day shit and puke thing. Now Willy Dog. I have a nasty, sinking feeling I might be next in line. Please, God, don't let me get this. PleaseGoddon'tletmegetthis!!!
Okay, I need to get that laundry started. I feel as if that is all I do, lately. Pile stuff into the washer, into the dryer. Haul it all up and down the stairs. Then do the same thing the next day.
Okay, off my ass and get to it.