I think we’ve all had days where we just can’t get out of bed due to extreme sadness. I DID get up to feed and then take the pups potty, then crawled back into my “nest”.
I managed to get out of bed for about an hour, when Patrick showed up at my door — waking me — and making me go for some food with him. We ate; he left after making me laugh, and I went back to bed.
That’s all I can say…for now.