Sick at home

I didn't leave the house today. I'm actually feeling quite a bit better than yesterday or Thursday, but I didn't have any real reasons to go out and figured I'd nurse my cold and binge-watch Walking Dead. The next door neighbours have a new kitten. They said the name; something with two syllables that starts with a T. I forget what they said. We'll call it Trotski. Good kitten name. Mike is in down for a day and a half and he and Paul dropped by.