I have so much to do I can't get out of bed. Paralyzed by the Things To Do list. Also, the most pathetic dog in the world spends her nights trying to get the cone off her head and the bandages off her ear. So I'm really tired.
If I take a picture of her goofy-looking condition (she had an operation on her ear) I'll post it but you might be overwhelmed by the sorrow in her eyes. No creature on earth can do pathos like a dog. They can say, "I don't understand why you did this to me. Whatever the reason, I'm sorry. Oh, how it hurts," with one small twitch of the tail.
And now you've shamed me into getting my butt out of here and to work. Clean, write, clean, cook, run on real treadmill and not just the one devised by life.
Oh, and naked pictures of me showed up in yesterday's mail--thank you Katherine. Maybe I'll post them.