Here I sit.
Fuzzy's game started about 20 minutes ago.
I gave in and took a vicodin. That should help.
It is cloudy and damp and icky out, and I know that if I sat out in that and watched the game - I would pay for it tomorrow.
I feel badly enough today, I am hopeful that tomorrow will be better.
The one good thing is that since I didn't go, I kept Hammer home to baby his finger. Poor thing. He is such a trooper.
The Maxine above captures my mood and look right now, perfectly.
<< sigh >>
I guess, I should be happy that I haven't flared since late November and early December.
Somehow, that knowledge leaves me empty right now.