Monday
Whopping headache today. Out of nowhere. And I need more craft paper, don't you think? That box is half-empty! My unnamed Highland heifer is appalled. Cutting things with scissors is the only craft "thing" I can do. It was maddening for a while, now it's depressing. Saturday, I got Tap a new bed. It works, some of the time. Mostly he makes his usual sleep route: against my feet, then under the coffee table, then against the recliner, then back to my feet. He's at the under-the-coffee-table stop at the moment.
