Hardy has not been let out today: it is too cold and nasty on the streets with slush and snow.
I slept until 10am, and vomited big time around midnight, though I merely had only one pint of cider.
I woke up dissatisfied at my mind, not sharp enough in my half sleep half waking up.
Billy was by my side. And Charlotte was not far.
I dedicate the merit of today to Laurel and Pele future long lives and enlightenment. Om shanti om!