A Scarf of Cat ...

... is what I wore all day. I stayed in bed today in hopes of kicking this virus into oblivion. No work, just sleep, and rest and purring kitties. Harley is the scarf - she lays on my chest with her head tucked underneath my chin, even through the coughing fits. Zeb warmed my legs, once in a while tilting his head back to look at me lovingly. Or what I pretend is a loving look anyway.

I think I feel a bit better. Or I think I will feel a bit better in the morning from all this resting :)


I am hoping to kick my Blip funk too, soon. I'm feeling so very uncreative.