We are all about the couch, the kleenex, the chicken soup here at LivingSmall. Thank goodness there was so much bad bad award show television this weekend. But it’s very sad, I missed the Spanish wine tasting on Saturday, that I was really looking forward to after Meg’s post on Spanish wines. But since I was all stuffy, couldn’t have tasted anything, felt dizzy, and really didn’t want to infect everyone else at the event, I stayed home. Tant pis.
In other news, nearly a year and a half after being orphaned, Patrick’s dog Raymond (named after the late great Northern Wisconsin fishing guide, Ray Kennedy) seems to have decided that I am indeed, his person. Now Ray’s lived with me since we brought him home (yowling all the way) from the breeder in southern California, but he was always Patrick’s Dog. In the last few weeks he’s started to really mellow out — he’ll climb up on the couch and instead of curling up in a tight, sad little ball on the other end of the couch, he’ll flip over on his back, legs splayed, and snore. There’s nothing quite as nice as the sound of a snoring dog beside one on the couch. Especially when you’re blowing your nose!