I took a sick day today. I haven't taken one in ages, but yesterday I felt so crappy, the thought of work made me want to hide. Instead, I am in my housecoat on the couch willing myself to be better. The dogs have not been helpful. Monty was sleeping my my chest with his head on my shoulder and Vicki was sleeping on my right arm with her head on the computer. I finally pushed them off and now I am cold.
I need more pillows from the other room and another cup of hot iced tea (not the gross American kind, but the good kind with lots of sugar to make me feel better).
I'm kind of pouty when I'm sick. However, still not as pouty as my brother.