Sick Day

After a really bad morning what to do with the rest of the day? Hard to curl up with a good book when most of them don’t have words and consist of a mere twenty four letters, total. Sure, there’s pictures, all of which you’ve seen a hundred times … oh look, an apple/dog/cat/owl! Can’t have an exotic meal, just bland crackers and watered down juice. Outside? Out of the question. Standing isn’t much fun. For that matter neither is laying down.

Blah.