And hiding out where it's cool and comfy... but far away from the light, please.
No going out with Mom today, had to call and cancel. Arthritis and migraine came calling instead... one of those truly lovely migraine trysts. You know the kind; it makes your stomach roil and boil and makes (not so) pretty auras around the lights. Kind of like what you see when it's snowing in the evening.
Just the smell of the dry dog food made me run for the porcelain goddess... they aren't starving so their dinner may be a little later than usual. I was going to take a picture, show you what the hairdresser did to me on Wednesday, but that's going to wait as well.
Pity me, for I am pitiful right now. Ah well, I'll be back to my usual cheeky self once I've slept the megrim off. Until then, have a flower...