Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb…. Eh, that’s not it.

Woke up. Texted with Ernie. Quickly realized it was not a good day for him. Damn it. I came down and chatted with him. Mornings are particularly wobbly for me so he did manage to make breakfast for me. It was burnt as hell but I ate it anyway. I had to cancel my water therapy and I was amazed that I actually was rather disappointed. I go back on Monday though, and hopefully he’ll feel better by then. He didn’t even fuss at me about canceling so you know he’s not feeling good.

Hattie is looking a tiny bit better but she came over to greet me and I realized that she has managed to get poop caked under her paw. It’s dried in there, I think I’m going to have to soak it. How do I manage to do that? Well, damned if I know.

In other news, I’m still feeling like crap because I ate a gyros the other night.


We all have a gyros that tempts us. In my case it was an actual gyros. We were tired and grumpy the other night so we broke down ordered something cheap…and we’d been craving a gyros for a long time. Was it worth it? That night, as I was eating it, worth it. The next morning? Nope? Today? Nope. It wasn’t even a very good gyros and they forgot the tzatziki. Although I will give them marks for the tomatoes that actually tasted like summer tomatoes.

The next morning felt so familiar. I used to feel like this all the time. Well, not all the time but…a lot. I felt miserable and couldn’t wake up and shake the heavy head. I felt sick most of the day and now I look forward to several days of misery. So. Was the gyros worth it? Nope. The first bite though? Almost.

In the meantime I’m trying to make sense of Barnes communication. My one complaint about them. Sigh.

Back to low fodmap adherence. And my cat. And my guy.