This. Is. Not.Working.
Not the being sick, not the not being able to help Kathleen, not the nothing.
I still don't feel well. I laid in bed this morning and tried to figure out what was worth getting up for.
Although I couldn't come up with anything besides the fact that the dogs needed out, I got up anyway.
What else can you do?
And although I think the philosophy of "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all" is a bunch of hoo-ha-hog-wash, I think it may just be a good philosophy for me today.