Dayle sits comfortably in my lap. At least, I assume he’s comfortable, since he isn’t moving much.
Considering that job my friend was telling me about. I honestly am thinking I need to just take time off. I’m sick for a reason. I’m probably partially sick because I really didn’t want to come back to work, so my mind started telling my body to utilize avoidance techniques. This isn’t to say that the illness wasn’t valid, because I can attest to the fact that it most certainly is a reality. But my body has a tendency to pick up on how I’m feeling emotionally, and it has certain defensive techniques that I’ve learned to recognize. I didn’t will myself into being sick, but I did allow it to happen, mentally. Normally I don’t get this sick because I won’t let myself. For me to be sick means that there is something somewhere that I really have to start paying attention to… it’s like a warning system.