Am sick. I assume I am still sick. I’ve medicated myself up and I don’t feel sick, just sleepy. But I imagine I still have the sudden head-crushing cold I developed late last night that prevented me from sleeping.
The cat’s are uneasy about us being back in the apartment. They don’t seem willing to give up the bed and the couch they’ve adopted as their own. My pillow is matted with six days worth of Bentley hairs.