Sick day

So much for Daisy's change in diet. She has recently rediscovered her love of couch - medium rare, with a little tartar sauce on the side. I am only glad the couch isn't new, but actually as I write this I am reminded that it isn't actually ours. That could be a tricky conversation.
I am home and in bed, which is wonderful. Being sick isn't, but at least it's only a severe cold and not something more virulent. Anna is in Winston-Salem on business, so it's me and the dog, at least till 11pm tonight when the real lady of the house gets home. With the exception of paying a couple of bills this morning I had a restful day, drinking tea, Ceres fruit juice (from the homeland and sold in Chapel Hill by Whole Foods) and sleeping. I did watch a little tv despite my belief that television is the devil, unless there's a good soccer match on.
A funeral was held for my grandmother today and I wish I could have been there. That having been said, that's about as personal I can allow myself to get on the web.The rest of this conversation will have to be done over the telephone, between me, my parents and the National Security Agency.
Time for another cup of tea.

Ben