Today? Not a Good One.
I didn’t sleep well. Gizzie left a small hairball on my feet in the middle of the night. Cold. Wet. Ick. He occasionally does that. I clean it up and we wash the sheets.
Tigger thrashed and yanked covers off me several times. It’s my fault, you know.
I’m stiff. My head is exploding. Everything refuses to work.
I want to write. I have things on my mind.
Just not today.