dog class

I am imagining this as a class for humans and other animals who want to learn how to be dogs. They are sitting in a circle with the (canine) instructor in the middle, and he's going, "Okay, now tilt your heads to the left. Expressive ears!"

I would do well in that class. Been studying. Although being a cat comes more naturally to me.

Hee!

I am having ice cream for breakfast. Heard it was good for thinking, although if I am honest that is not why I'm having ice cream for breakfast, more of a half-hearted justification.

Damn, Bill Paxton died. He was only 61. That sucks.

Ugh. I am slowly coming back to life after being taken down by a stomach bug. However, now that I'm not as nauseated AF, everything aches, my abs, back and head, and my throat is so raw my voice is gone.

Thanks for the link, Consuela. George is wonderful.

I'm sorry, Sue. Recovery~ma to you.

If I had a lick of sense, I would make an appointment to see a doctor about my anxiety levels. Symptoms include getting more tense while listening to George Winston.

Timelies all!

Gary's feeling a bit under the weather, so our plans for today got cancelled. We were supposed to go to a pizza party-ish gathering this afternoon, but Gary didn't want to expose people to what he's fighting. Ah, well...

Sunny and cold here. . . i.e., slightly more like you'd expect February in n. Illinois to be.

I am feeling ridiculously tired. I had a fun morning: choir rehearsal went well, church was good and we have a new person who is a knitter! She talked about a couple of suburban yarn shops that I'd love to check out. (One, in Downer's Grove is a yarn shop cafe!)

Now I am listening to "Forgotten Classics" and playing on my computer.