was seen sitting curled up in the corner of her king size bed. Not that she didn't want to throw herself across the whole spanse, but the concept of physically moving her five other bed mates and fixing the blankies and then finding a whole new position of comfort just didn't seem possible at the moment. Sure, she could be the bitch and suck it up and do it anyways. And she could have gotten along fine, too, after she found her "zone" again, but her lazy self and kind-heartedness didn't want to disturb the sleeping furballs spread across the mattress. Let's just say that the "illness" of activity and exercise was foibled once again by the cure: fatigue!
There are so many cures for what ails us these days. I have this illness involving human nature and my own inert tendencies to be quite the opposite. The cure? Well, there are several. It all depends on the depth of the illness and its symptoms. Usually I take, rather give, a huge dose of sarcasm...call it a gift. It has served me well and even if I was laid up and on my stomache with my ass vulnerable to the world and paralyzed from the neck down I would still be an effective PhD willing and waiting for every opportunity to prescribe that to which will fix what ails them!
Today I have to be both doctor and patient as most of my days go. I am cold but wrapped up with kitties and blankets and such and just too damn lazy to make a hot cup of tea or to go turn off the ac! hahaha... However, should one more need arise beyond the comfort of temperature regulation I think the doctor in me will prescribe a stick of dynamite and energy to get some grub, turn off the ac, push the furries off the bed, go pee and make a decent cup of joe...
Bids are opening soon for how long it will take me to actually pull this all off...
....as soon as the bid-taker moves her ass to post them!
~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
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