weirdly grumpy
drove to Brallteboro to see a sewing machine but it was not the one (said with a Zathrus accent)
Red Kate is kipped on the couch because there are fewer stairs here than at her dad's house. We've helped with laundry, and fed her, and distracted her, and showed her pictures of Aerin's young man's brain (he had several MRIs of his brain because he had something odd happening when he was younger)
I have to get the migraines under better control. This has been a dreadful week for them, along with clinic stress and equine scrimmage and general fluff.
I might have been sick with something small too - which means once I'm past that, things should improve.