I am home sick today - pounding headache, upset stomach (stand back people). Doesn't happen often, and not the end of the world. Will be back on my feet and at work tomorrow. Basically have to be, is our busiest time of the year.
If I were feeling better, I would clean the kitchen, catch up on bills and mail, or tackle that Mount Everest of laundry spilling over the hampers. Then again, if I were feeling better I would be at work, now wouldn't I?
So I am in bed, feeling crappy and half- watching TV. So far --- boring morning news shows, repeats of The Cosby Show and Desperate Housewives, and now morning talk shows such as Regis and Kelly, where Kelly is co-hosting with her husband Mark who is actually quite funny and I am learning too much about their sex life, which apparently we are now calling Reindeer Games. Am I so out of touch with slang? Didn't Rudolph play Reindeer games? Ewww...
On the bright side of being stuck home and feeling trampled on and puked up by the universe, I have by my side man's best friend, Alfred the adorable Havanese!
Yeah right. The little dude has no interest in me today. Sure, dogs are pack animals, and yes, Havanese are known to be so attached to their pet parents that they can suffer separation anxiety. All true. And still not the circumstance today. Alfred is in puppy camp, or doggie day care, on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Alfie doesn't know how to pace himself, and goes all out all day. Thursday is his recovery day, his "me" day if you will, when he snoozes while I am at work. So today I am being ignored by 14 pounds of canine, as you can see from the pics attached.
Soon enough he will wake up and want to play and cuddle and get treats and go outside. Which will all happen on his schedule (wait, he has a schedule?). Just who is in charge around here?