10.29.09
A month from my 33rd birthday. I am home sick with what may be the swine flu, though I have yet to have that “documented” at the hospital. Out of respect for my friends and customers I have placed myself under quarantine until all noticeable signs of sick are gone.
My dog lays on my foot under the dining room table. Her eyes are red from hunting squirrels. She is tired and breathes heavy. The hunts have been unsuccessful but they keep her occupied as I loaf around and catch up on my movie queue.
