I got up today at 4:30am. I returned to my bed at 7am and panted like a dehydrated animal for 1 hour. I woke up greatly refreshed. Am I a dog?
Later today (like 10 minutes ago) I got a concerned but loving email from my dad asking if I was alright. Hmmm? Apparently my mom has been sherlocking my profile on Facebook (I didn’t know she had an active account) and after seeing my post about my delayed face experience (emotionally happy, but facially stoic / non-plussed for a couple of weeks) she had forwarded my post to my dad to confirm that I was indeed in trouble and needed their love, should they intervene? How nice is that? I am more than a dog. I am a daughter!