I'm inside on my comfy couch, nursing
I'm wearing my favourite warm wool sweater and basically staring at the wall in a mild stupor. A periodic sniffle proves I'm alive under the growing pile of discarded tissues.
I have a load of laundry chugging away in the other room. That sound has always been a source of unexplained cozy comfort for me.
I can't muster enough energy to do much of anything, which is making for a really boring day for my dog and will explain why there's no photo to accompany this post. *sniff*
My dog, let it be known, is a master grumbler. She constantly mutters under her breath and, when it gets completely unbearable for her, she'll come to me, tail wagging, ears back and with a look of complete earnestness in her eyes. She must go outside, this instant, or the plane/bird/tumbleweed will be out of her grasp, forever. Do I not understand the significance of this moment?!
I drag myself up and over to the door, where she's now jumping up and down and making frantic noises of extreme urgency. I know full well that she'll be appear at the front window in T-2 minutes with a similar, yet subtley different look on her face, asking to be let back in again, so the insane loop can begin again.
So, that's my day. How's yours?