I'm a little unsteady on my pins this week. I don't exactly know why but I am. It could be that we recently lost a relative to this disease, but I don't think that's it. It could be that Mummy is clearly losing some ground (when I listen to her trying to communicate with the caregiver it's just *sigh*. I don't know what word makes sense there.) Whatever it is, I'm a little unsteady this week. I just want to curl up and close my eyes preferably near a beach.
I understand why folks drink. This week, I really understand self-medication.