Bad day.

My cat is the cutest, stop me if you heard it before.

So how do you think you could pull that off, stopping me when I am on about Cute Cat. Ha!

He is just playing on the bed, being generally cute, just like always. He has finally accepted that I have substituted his yarn balls (that he stole from me while I was knitting) with a tennis ball. He treats it very rough, kicking, biting, scratching. But rather the tennis ball than my yarn!

While he is playing on the bed, I am on the sofa, under my blanket, being cranky. I am tired, feeling nauseous, my toes are cold, my head aches. I was supposed to work out today, but well, I won't. I will go out for a walk with my friend Sofie now. Some fresh air, some shit-chat, and perhaps an hamburger will make things better. Just getting outside has the potential to be good, so best try it.