I've been out of commission for two full days now. Luckily, the weekend kitty-sitting was over this morning so I can actually have a 'day off' where I will rest like I've never rested before. I dragged myself out the door this morning to feed Jewel & Angel. I felt awful. I drove the back roads at 40 and just hoped to God no-one would recognize me. Remember...the cat dragged in analogy. I couldn't speak so I just smiled and petted them. They were giving me looks since I am normally chatting away at them. No voice, head pounding, felt like death. Duties done and an apology for not playing this morning they were happy to eat and go back to the sun-filled windows.On return, I went back to bed.
Now, my dog is very spoiled and spends the day accompanying me everywhere I go. He also gets a 1 hour walk at noon. "Not today, Buddy. Today it is the yard and that's that." So with big, sad Collie eyes he kept me company and snoozed most of the day. Me...I coughed.
So, when Gary got home he came straight upstairs to see how I was and if I needed anything. Yah, he is nice like that. Kane was lying as close as he could and never budged. "He's your Florence Nightingale, I see." Seems to be. He won't even go out to the yard today."
"BEEP" the microwave goes off.
Florence Nightingale flies off the bed, races down the stairs in anticipation that dad had a snack to share. OK, then. At least now I could move my leg that had fallen asleep under his weight. "Traitor."