Today is sort of unnecessarily in beautiful in San Francisco, sunny, bright and cool without being chilly. The yoozh. I do not care. I am sick. A weird, deep ache that is everywhere in my body and no place in particular has taken over, bringing with it wracking shivers and a throat that feels like I have taken to gargling hot ground glass.
I have things to do, notably, changing Saki’s cat box and the laundry. They are not getting done.
|Houseboy: decorative, but useless.|
It is at these rare times that I most miss R Man. Not that he was any great shakes at nursing, but at least I could be fairly confident if I died he would keep the cat from eating my decomposing corpse.
On that cheerful note, I take to my bed. Again.