Current Mood : More ugh - and I'm sick of being sick. Sick of 'ugh', too.
If you've ever wondered how DC-kitty and Friday-puppy are getting along, I present photo evidence - their version of bunk beds ! It's funny that, most nights, Friday sleeps in his crate, but if DC's on the back of the sofa, he sleeps there, too. He's such a protective puppy !
Is Wednesday my worst day ? Seems so. Ironically, I picked up a three-month supply of all my prescriptions but the expensive one, and two inhalers - and my breathing's not been a problem all week. My stomach has.
Still, I had to get up off my butt a bit, so I tidied up the living room in fits and starts, but after a while, it was clean enough to open the door. Kitchen's still a disaster, though. Grabbed a shower, did some grocery hunts with Dearest Son, got the meds. Came home and fell asleep in my living room chair for a good hour. (sigh) I have no idea what the heck's wrong with me.
Decided to tidy up the Lab, for fun, so I wouldn't crash again. I had piles of clutter and stacks of Aunt S. fabric ready to be stored, not to mention all the stuff I bought last week that needed to find a home in there. Got tired of moving Dearest's ripped pants - I tossed ‘em in there so I would, it's the best way of ensuring they'd get repaired - so I patched ‘em with a bit of the green Wall-e fabric, using reverse appliqué, because I'm lazy and hate ripping out entire seams. Since they're so worn, ordinarily it'd be either ‘shorts or rags' for them, but they're favorites of his, so I fixed them instead. That should get us a few more wears out of ‘em.
And I'm crashing again, and crabby. Man, I hope this weekend goes better. I'm darn near unfit to live with !
