Out, out damn germs!

I’m sick. The kind of sick where I actually wish I was living with something other than birds and dogs because I want to just crawl into bed again and have someone bring me tea and sympathy. Instead, I’ll crawl into bed and accept the love of two dogs who are cozied up to me on the bed so there is not a millimeter of space between me and them. If I could only teach them how to make tea….