I have nothing to say.  Nothing to write.  Not a single idea ruminating in my brain.  I do have extreme pain but alas no one needs to hear that on a Wednesday.  Wednesday - the day of hope.  It means half the week is finally over and the rest is downhill.

Here, it is gloomy, grey and rainy.  Even the dogs are depressed.  The cats haven't moved and the pigs - oh forget the pigs.  I hate guinea pigs.  I could care less if they were happy or sad.  They were made for food and are absolutely useless as pets..., unless you like big messes and huge cages in your family room.

I have laundry to do.  I don't want to and my head hurts.

I have dishes to do.  I don't want to and my head hurts.

I have bathrooms to wipe down and I don't want to.  My head hurting has no bearing on that particular objective.  I just don't want to wipe down anyone's bathroom.  People who won't sit on toilets at rest stop areas will allow their own bathrooms to look like tornadoes in Kansas just came through followed by dust storms and two year olds throwing clothes every which way.

I'm sure I have other things to do but I don't care.  I'm going to dig out my Maxalt, repose on my bed and moan, maybe I'll throw in a tear or two.  Bonnie and Emma always fall for that.  Maybe I can get them to clean the kitchen.  Maybe.  Nah, it's the impossible dream but they probably will make me some tea.

Yes, they can be useful.  I knew there was a reason for giving birth.  Tea.  Sad, it's only one reason but I'm hanging on to it and hoping for others.

It's 1:59:20 pm here and I'm going to bed.  So goodnight and God bless.  Hope your Wednesday is  a wonderful hump day and maybe tomorrow I will have figured out something that constitutes a real conversation, maybe gun control, young adult rearing, the woman's movement but for now my brain just needs a pillow and now pets or children or even a beerhound.

Colorado National Park