November 9, 2020

 White Dog walked in and sat next to me. I looked at her and she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, he is such a big crybaby!" I raised a brow. 

"Tizenegy," she said, "he has a drippy nose and watery eyes and you would think we should stop everything and hold a national day of prayer for him." "Be kind. When one does not feel good it kind of skews your perspective; it is hard to think outside your misery. I will tell dad to give Tiz a benedryl; it will lessen the symptoms and maybe make him sleep for a bit." I told her.

 "He already has," was her reply. "I came in here to wait for it to work."