Hard to believe it's Thursday.

Yesterday and today have been crash days for me. Tomorrow may be, as well. I just walked around the house slowly and I'm exhausted.

The weather, however, is lovely. It's a gorgeous day. I'd like it a bit cooler, though 79F isn't too horrid. The nights have been wonderful and a bit too chilly for mosquitoes. They mosquitoes are out right now, though, which is less than stellar.

The house needs cleaning in all sorts of ways, but that will have to wait until I've recovered from the trip. Maybe I can convince myself I have enough energy to go to the gym and walk in the therapy pool. I doubt it, though--having an open cold sore is grounds for eviction from the pool. I also have scalp blisters from the stupid shampoo I bought. Perhaps some gentle stretching. Jericho is good at sharing doga moves with me.

jericho has something to say.

Look into my eyes. Can't you see I need your love?

Jericho writes.

I admit it, Jericho seems to like his diary.

I'm trying to decide if I'm crazy enough to set up his own blog with a feed. Am I that nuts?

I already know some of YOU are that nuts.

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jericho_the_dog says I need to make popcorn.