feck. sick.

While I may admit to actually enjoy the changing of the seaons (now that we actually seem to have seasons in CA!) at the moment, I do want to tell Fall to suck balls because of sickness season. I don't know how I'm the only one who managed to pick up this lovely little cold thing I have going, but I am. Sick. And when mama is sick, the house doesn't run. Actually, this time is better than most because I can get up and get things done every once in a while - it just feels like my head is stuffed with cotton and three times too big for my body. But don't worry....I can manage.

Josh is on his way home with his mom's pocket puppy that we get to puppysit for 9 days. Should be interesting, no? Especially with the other cat now hanging out and sleeping in the garage since it's been raining.

And that's about all I have time for, boys and girls. Back to bed.