Defeat

For the past 3 months, there have been huge protests on the 22nd. Today wasn't an exception. However, maybe because of yesterday, maybe because of the humidity, when I managed to get out of bed, I knew I wouldn't be able to go to the protest. My body was on strike, and my mind with it. I did attempt to convince myself, but lost the debate. So I stayed in while my friends walked in the heat, with flags and signs. Lea was no help, she hid under the bed all day, coming out only when I pulled myself out of the chair or off the sofa to go to the kitchen. Right now, as I read on the back balcony (perfect evening, cooler than yesterday, and a nice breeze! Well, it would be perfect if it wasn't for the neighbor's cigar...), she is lying with her body inside, her paws politely positioned on the doorstep. She doesn't do outside, she is scared of everything. But like that, she's ok.