Typical 🤒

Not that there's ever a "good time" to be sick, but naturally, the moment we emerge relatively unscathed from the season of darkness, snow, and slush, I immediately fall ill. One of those fun illnesses where one moment you're sweating, the next you're shivering, and the world has taken on a distinctly surreal quality. Even the pups seem to know something is off. They've appointed themselves my official cuddle support team, and honestly? I'll take it.

I hope everyone else's week is shaping up better than mine.