I have initiated a period of prayer and fasting as I still have the runs.
Mom at first felt sorry for me but has since become mad as a hatter with the amount of cleaning she has been forced to do.
Fasting in our home is particularly difficult when temptation is great. Invariably some crumbs (make that fries) fall from the overflowing plate of my brother.
I’m resisting though.
The vacuum has benefited from my condition because she wraps her chops around all of my uneaten kibble.
She has given me time to rest and has taken to watching the news as a distraction.
Apart from the tummy all other functions are fine and I did my usual circuit of the retreat this morning.