Good afternoon, world. I’m feeling like dogshit. We went to bed last night, and I don’t remember much after that. I woke up in the morning, and received snuggles from my snotty ginger boy. I made a cup of coffee, then spent the next hour feeling like I was full of bees. Eventually, I forced myself to get in the shower, pick out clothes, and put on makeup. When the bees hadn’t stopped, I told Shawshank I was going back to sleep. I put on one of my sleepytime guided get-the-fuck-to-sleep podcasts and crashed until lunch time.
Podrick is still making uncool noises. I’m not sure how much of my anxiety is brought on by worrying about him and Pippin. He has times when he’s normal, pissing off Pippin and eating all the food in their bowls. But he has times when he’s congested and snuffling, and that’s when I start worrying.
We went grocery shopping yesterday, so the rest of today can be spent on the couch. We have dinner plans tonight, and not much else planned for the rest of the weekend.
