June 9, 2020

White Dog was napping before dinner when I went out to the living room. I had a imploding headache thanks to my computer monitor's malicious decision to begin its demise by twitching and blurring and leaning forward on its pedestal. I settled into the "momma" chair and rested against the pillows as I tried to focus on the distance out of our windows.

Tizenegy came yelling into the room demanding treats only to be met by Zsofia and Bailey blocking his way and "shushing" him.

"Momma has a headache. Be quiet and calm. Treats will come."