At home I wallow...

Here I sit.

At home.

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. 

be well,
Dawn