Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

It has not been the best of days, following the worst of nights where I gave up trying to sleep and watched Tootsie instead, that being about the deepest thing I could concentrate on at that point. The afternoon found me struggling to get going after work and I vaguely recall sitting down on the floor with Ani, who was as intent on me throwing tennis balls as I was on explaining it wasn’t going to happen. Not today, when most of my joints feel as if they have been superglued together.

I woke two hours later on a cold, hard floor. The small dog, snoring quietly, was curled in the small of my back, two stuffed birds and a rabbit tucked up close to me, obviously left there by the tender beast in case I should need them, bless her… and so stiff I had to crawl to the…