Well…I didn’t hurl…thank you for your “anti-hurl” efforts on my behalf. My entire household thanks you. That said, I still feel like shit. I ache profoundly…and am exhausted. I’m glad it wasn’t worse than it was but I still desperately want to go back to sleep and I can’t. Sob.
Are you a phone answerer, by chance? You know….one of those people that hears the phone ring and must answer it? Well I am. A ringing phone drives me crazy…I have to know who is calling. Additionally, I detest darting around the house trying to find the handsets. To that end, I bought a system with 4 handsets at Costco. Well. Due to the extreme carelessness of certain members of our household (ie everyone except me), we are down to two handsets, the two others having been left on the sofa. (Translation: leave anything on the sofa and it is a doggy toy!!!) So I’m in bed, like a limp noddle, the phone is ringing and no one answers it….leaving me to toss about in my groggy, flu-induced sweat wondering who on earth needs to speak with us?? Not very restful.
I will say NOTHING about the enormous mounds of pots and pans I came downstairs to find this morning. You know I could say a lot about that but I won’t. Zipping it, I am.
I’m off to find some crackers and to get a breath of fresh air. I need to see the light of day. I think it will do me good.
