It's a contentious weekend here in the Shire. Both The Beest and I are feeling poorly with some bug. I told her to go to bed and she hissed at me. Such is life when everyone's sick in a house. Reminds me of being a kid, everyone moping around and grumpy. The weatherbees are calling for sleet. Just as the first daffodils are up! Lovely. It's cold. Not untypically cold, just the kinda cold you don't want when you're not well. Everything hurts. Stomach, questionable. The quest for comfort is first order. If I had junk foods in the house I'd be eating them today. Just as well I don't. 21 days to Greg...seems a long way off right now. But then, this evening seems a long way off. Why is time elongated when you feel like pants?
There is some good news. Regular chocolate eaters are slimmer. And fast food makes you sad.
A tiny lamprey-like robot could be swimming through your system soon
Tonight the game continues
There's never too much chocolate, IMHO
When I get to England...
Leave Batman alone!
The Door Is Ajar.
4 days ago