Because all I want to do right now is lay in bed under the covers and sleep.
I’m achy all over, I’ve got chills, my head hurts and warm and sleepy sounds so inviting. It hurts my back to sit up straight.
Oh, yeah, and I keep crying. Not a lot. But I just start to tear up and then they fall for a minute, then it’s over. Until it happens again. Maybe the enormity of the bullet I dodged is sinking in. I dunno.
But perky is certainly not a word that would be used to describe me today. When we get back from the chiro (lucky for me the work Brian was scheduled to do today isn’t happening since the people he was supposed to do the work for didn’t make it back to town) I might lay down and sleep.
You know, if you were really my friends and really loved me, you’d come to my house and read “Under the Dome” to me so I wouldn’t have to hold the heavy book myself. And you’d “Fish NOW!” for me, so I didn’t have to move my arms.
You know. If you really loved me.
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