
It’s Monday, and I’m taking a vacation day. I’d had a few things I needed to do on Saturday but just didn’t feel like actually doing them. So, I decided to take today off and do what needed to be done today. I still don’t want to do anything, and I’d rather just be back in bed, which I may do for a bit before get going today.
I’m only up right now because Isabella insisted on being fed, yet she was being finicky and refused to eat what I gave her. Some days, she won’t leave a morsel and other, she won’t eat at all. I wish she could either talk, or I could read her mind. It would make satisfying her much easier.




















