Whoa I am so sick. I slept through half of Christmas. Due to some scheduling problems that were beyond my control, I am home alone with Strudel today, trying to work, and trying to keep her happy. Her father was supposed to be with her, but his vacation got shifted–and here we are. No one’s fault. I was raised by a television and I did fine (quiet, you) but I hate neglecting her all day. I think it’s going to be a laptop movie day.
My head feels like a balloon on a string, I am eating when I remember to, and it hurts to breathe. Franny told me it was “the most boring vacation ever” because I inconvenienced her by not being able to take her out for the second half. The only perk here is that I am having really weird dreams when I am able to sleep. And how was YOUR Christmas?