I spent time today in the sunshine, running a fast 4 miles, mulching the flower bed under sweet grapefruit blossoms, listening to the quail, admiring the profusion of blooms and bees, only to feel like complete and udder feces. We all have “off” days, when our perspective is skewed; I’ve had about three off days in a row, wondering where this is coming from and waiting for it to pass.
All the while, Chas has been enduring a restless bout of coxsackie virus, leaving him whiney, demanding and without neither appetite nor humor to pull him through.
But I’m helping him, and he is wrapped around me like Silly Putty, molded to my pores. His heightened nipple fetish is getting most annoying of all. It was also our 7th wedding anniversary.
coxsackie: My oldest had one short lived bout with this. And once we wrapped our heads around the name (potty humor alive and well at what was then 24) it was over.