I woke up this morning, fully intending to go to work. The puppy (Logan) and I had our bathroom breaks - fortunately getting it right in terms of who goes inside and who goes outside. Logan, at almost 8 weeks, knows what to do when he is outside and even sometimes asks to go out when he needs to, but occasionally thinks perhaps he should try inside, just in case. I, on the other hand, am trained pretty well to only go inside with a few exceptions.
Anyway, we do our thing, I toss a handful of kibbles his way and look in a mirror. Ugh. At that moment I am awake enough to realize that I look exactly as awful and tired as I feel and the inklings of a cold I felt yesterday were indeed getting worse. So I called work and went to bed for another 4 hours solid. I woke up feeling like hell but thankful the puppy slept just as long (I was smart and let him sleep next to me). About an hour later I felt better than I have in weeks.
We did manage one task on the weekend that helps fight February.
SO nice to smell dirt.
(um, is it weird to admit that?)
What? Doesn't everyone have a
mini-greenhouse in their dining room?
Hang in there everyone, the end is in sight!!