The below pictures of Shiva are exactly how I am feeling this week. I may have escaped the flu but apparently no one gets out of winter without at least one ass-kicking by a virus.
Suffice it to say, it’s going to be quiet around here while I try to climb out of my hole. Dr. Shiva isn’t much help.
She has prescribed thrice-daily romps in the snow along with no less than ten tugging sessions.
I like my plan of green tea, escape literature, and violin concertos.
We’ll see who wins.