Ági's condition yesterday was anything but promising. Even a crow's cawing would have sounded like the nicest melody compared to Ági's voice. She was heavily under the weather. The time she spent sleeping far exceeded her waking hours. She slept soundly because it seemed the best remedy for her splitting headache. Both Abby and I were worried sick about her. Anyway, she feels much better today, fortunately, so even though this nasty virus was devastating, at least she got over it quickly. She's still not as fit as a fiddle, but she certainly is on the mend.
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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