He woke up sick enough with fever and cold symptoms to be kept home so I pushed up my schedule by half a day and saw sunrise on the highway for the first time in many years.
Not sick enough for him to stay in bed, we chatted and gamed and watched cartoons. The kitten medicine was potent for both of us.
He was back in bed by lunchtime so I brought him a dish of Ritz crackers and a cut-up apple, always a hit. Only this time he said, "Why do these crackers taste like dust?"
As the day wore on and the Motrin wore off, body aches and fever set in and sleep took charge.
They've all had Covid before. I haven't had anything but a flu shot for two years and had a bout of Covid myself back in September. Que sera, sera.
Oblivious to all our concerns, Nibbler chased her tail and fetched her feather toys for us to throw. Like a good little labrador, she's all mouth and curiosity. She nearly made off with Temperance and was not about to let me do a reading then. I'll do one in a bit.
On my way home this morning Red perked up her ears and stood by the fence to say hello. I've been giving her a double tap on the horn for two years. Her people recently removed the aggressively jingoistic political banner from the street gate. I hope they choke to death on buyers remorse, but then who will feed Red?
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