I do little more than sleep and sit around, so I am feeling better. Then I found a desiccated lizard in the window seat of my bedroom. Right behind my pillow. Where I rest my head at night. It is black. The eyeballs are gone. So is the cozy feeling I have when I lay in my bed.

I am considering venturing back into the world. Clean something, like my car. Harris rests his feet on six inches of garbage in my car every day after school. Perhaps my room. I don't know how long it takes a dead lizard to dry up, turn black, and lose it's eyeballs, but probably long enough to show that I need to clean in there. But Andy will have to remove the carcass first. Plus, I found some peppermint taffies from Christmas on my bedside table just now. Yay for me, but seriously.