I think that Mr. Moon and I are well on the road to recovery. Last night I made a supper with TWO actual vegetables AND we had a martini so there you go.
Of course I didn't actually sleep. I never sleep any more. I am not going to even discuss the fact that another critter is living in the guest room. Which, yes, bothers me a great deal but mostly because it scribbles and scrabbles and wakes me up. I am so far gone with insomnia that the main problem I have with a rodent running around in my guest room is that it disturbs my sleep.
And to add to the fun, May's man, Matt, who is beloved by Owen and Gibson and who has played with them in the last week, spent the night puking. Which means he has it. Which also means that May will get it.
Does the CDC know about this puke-disease? Because they should. They should be putting their best scientists to work on this thing.
I told May this morning to get ready. To go buy ginger-ale and juice and to make sure they have plenty of Ibuprofen. To hunker down. Because dammit, there is no escape. There is no easy way to deal with the Horrible, Awful, Dreaded Puke Disease Which Causes Body Pains So Intense You Cry When You Pull Your Panties Down.
Does the president know about this thing? I think perhaps he should call a special convening of Congress.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day here in Lloyd. Sparkly and shiny as the tiara on an Ice Princess and speaking of ice, the NE is snowed in, I hear and yet in Lloyd the roses have now started to bloom.
Yes. The roses.
We do not even inhabit the same planet, do we?
We'll talk more about this during hurricane season later on in the year.
All right. I have a million things to do and I better get to them.