I had a sleepy partner in crime!
I had to let Margo trash the house this morning. As long as she wasn’t hurting herself or doing some thing dangerous, I was too exhausted from fever and a throbbing headache to to anything about it. Art had something at work that he couldn’t get out of in the morning, but I told him right away that this thing wasn’t getting any better and that he best come home as soon as he could get out of there. Read the rest of this entry
