It appears to me that I have contracted a cold. I started to be suspicious last night when I got a sore throat and a sore shoulder. Now, I had managed to choke on my tea (it's a gift) and my shoulder might have had a reason to be sore. So those two things could be ignored, as much as is possible. But then I didn't fall asleep last night. I lay awake and became sad. Someday I would die, and then JD would be alone. I lay there sniffling, feeling bad about the future. I was aware that I was being irrational. I was aware that it was a mood swing. But there was not one thing I could do about it. Finally, well into Saturday, I fell asleep.
Saturday morning my throat felt like a carpenter had been at it with his tools. And I couldn't lift my arm. Stupid germs. I ate some and went back to bed. I woke up at 5 pm. When I nap, I take it very seriously. None of your silly cat naps for me. I nap like a lion.
By 5 I was very hungry and thirsty. I came downstairs and started eating and drinking. I haven't stopped yet. But I think soon it will be time for a shower and then more sleeping. If it is possible to sleep through a cold, I wish to do that.
With luck and lots of napping, I'll get out and ride Pluto this weekend. I still want to enact my pattern plan. And, you know, not fall off.
|Not napping as impressively as me.|