This hasn’t exactly been the most stellar of days. Not only am I still tired from being sick, but I splashed boiling water on myself at lunch, then followed it up by scraping the hell out of my inner left wrist when I was trying to hold the dog and close the sliding glass door at the same time. I now have four bright red marks on my wrist that look like I burned myself, but I have no burns from the hot water. Go fig.
More cheerfully, I took a nap. My favorite thing about naps is how you can fall into bed in any old position and it’s always comfortable. How come it’s not like that when you go to bed at night?