Porthos came down with a bad wheeze and cough in the middle of the night, threw up over the sofa this afternoon, and has been out of sorts most of the day. So let’s just say it hasn’t been a fun day for me.
But such is life that it is against grey skies that a ray of sunshine is most apparent. Here was a conversation that just happened at bedtime.
Athos: Porthos can open my Christmas presents.
Pilgrim Mom: OK. Why?
Athos: Because he is sick and that will cheer him up.
Bless his little heart.