It started out rather rough and it didn’t get too much better. I really can’t complain for as crappy as I felt, my hubby did his level best to make me feel better. For that I’m incredibly thankful.
He tended the dogs all day, as I lay on the couch covered up. He cooked, cleaned up etc. I was trying desperately to get out of my funk. Didn’t happen. As I lay there I think.
I think about how trying it must be dealing with someone with a chronic illness. I mean I know I can be quite a handful on a good day ,much less a bad day.
In my defense I can be a character of sorts when I’m feeling human. Today wasn’t one of those days, but tomorrow is a new day and I’ll do my level best to turn my frown upside down. Keep it funny folks.