I swear to God, if I'd been born into the animal kingdom I would've been cast out of the den for being too frail and sickly. Once again I've come down with a little something-something, this time one of my infamous sinus problems, which literally started with a swallow last night. One moment I was fine, the next my head had exploded and I was miserable.
Duncan has been quiet all day, sleeping on the couch while I've nested up on the love-seat, my sinuses packed and inflamed, my throat swollen and raw, a fever coming and going and coming again. He's glanced over at me every now and then and then out the window, an act which is usually followed by a long sigh and the rising and falling of his expressive eyebrows. He's not happy with me and would much rather have spent the day outside but sadly, that was not to be.
If someone locates a four-leafed clover, please send it my way.