Sick days have morphing importance and other thoughts that MAY be barely comprehensible

The sickness is never ending. This morning Galixy was the one to be beside himself with a pain in the throat. My head is still woozy, probably from all the screaming Galixy did. I advised him against it because it doesn't really help, but he insisted. The wind has quite the chill today and I'm … Continue reading Sick days have morphing importance and other thoughts that MAY be barely comprehensible