I’m unusually tired for a Monday morning, which I suspect has something to do with the four year old who slept beside me last night.  As she was falling asleep, she said an unprompted “Amy Beff, I wuv you” and we all know that the unprompted ones are the very best.  I leaned down, kissed her forehead and told her that I loved her more than she could ever imagine which, naturally, prompted her to tell me that she wished I would get married soon.  I explained to her that I’m not going to get married very soon which, although disappointing to her, didn’t stop her from offering another solution: “Could you find a bwoyfrwiend, pwease?”

Anything for you, Aviean, anything for you.

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I don’t feel well this morning and I’m amazed at how easily it can affect my mood.  I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I’ve started taking some new medicine that has some side effects that make me feel not that great and, late last week, I got the news that my daily dosage needed to double which made me cry in the doctor’s office because, apparently, I am a 25 year old baby.

I purposely started the double dosage over the weekend in hopes that, if I was going to feel the side effects, I’d feel them while I was at home.  Somehow that plan didn’t exactly work out and I’m feeling it this morning instead.  I woke up a long time before my alarm clock this morning and have been struggling to have a good attitude ever since.   I haven’t enjoyed being around myself this morning and I don’t think Aviean, Snuggles y Cuddles were either.

But it’s early in the morning and that means there’s plenty of time left in this day for me to get my act together, right?

Right.