I had a sick day yesterday. After a fairly busy morning I went home at one o’clock with a killer headache. I hit the sack immediately. Up for a pee at three thirty and asleep again until nine pm. Then I made a cup of Minestrone soup from a packet and went outside to dine al fresco by the pond. The previous night’s touching little experience had led me to hope foolishly that perhaps some bond was manifesting and last night might be similar. A little froggy sympathy for an ailing old man.
Not a sign of a frog anywhere. Bummer.
Things have come to a pretty pass indeed, when I am hanging out for frog company.