mild activity

Puttered around house today. Rested. Sorted papers. "Don't push it," warns Rook. I went outside. I moved a few flowerpots, picked flowers with Moomin, and did some laundry. I even cooked dinner. "Don't do too much Badger. Are you listening?" "Oh let me just take out this one last bag of recycling."

Then suddenly found myself standing in the living room feeling very odd, having forgotten what I had been about to do. I must have looked peculiar because: "Badger. Go to bed. Now! Go! Go lie down!" Rook told me sternly as if talking to a dog who'd just peed on the floor. I went.

Suddenly my head is all pounding again and my brain feels like a yolk rattling around in a very bruised egg.

Rook very competent... I could just not be here and he would manage everything... adaptable fellow. Not the best dog trainer, but hey.