Walking Barefoot in the Sand

So I am not 100 percent yet, but at least I am on the road to recovery. It's slow, but I'm hoping by this weekend things will get better. The weather has been gorgeous here and it's killing me to have to stay inside. Ihave been sleeping for about 16 to 18 hours a day. It's insane! I didn't know that was possible. All of my friends have been super great to me. Christena has been my main caregiver. Carmen has helped out too and Ashley stops in to make me smile. That girl can make me laugh even when I feel like I'm dying. Christena has been taking Jetta to her classes so that Jetta gets exercise and gets out of the house. If she had been stuck in here for the past six days she would have destroyed it. I have a little doggy jacket...more like a vest thingy...that has the university's logo on it. It allows Christena to take Jetta onto campus without people questioning her. It's kind of handy.
Speaking of Jetta, she's been really sweet. Actuallly the cats have been really cute too. They have slept with me and whenever I'm flaked out on the couch, 99 percent of the time I have someone fuzzy curled up with me. Loki crawled up on to my stomach this morning and was purring. It was a nice feeling. His purring just kind of seeps right into your bones; very soothing. Jetta has been sleeping squished up beside me or with her chin resting on one of my legs. I swear fuzzy therapy works. Anyway, sleepy time.