I suppose it does everyone good to
take a day off from the world, but today was pretty miserable. I woke at five
this morning with the clear thought, “I don’t feel well.” Stomach issues (any
further information would be TMI). Finally, at seven I knew I had to cancel the
day—which meant my cleaning lady (I wanted to sleep in peace and quiet), a long
overdue haircut, a trip to the grocery (Amy, my miraculous “travel assistant”)
went for me, and lunch with a friend.
I spent the morning getting up and
down from bed—I’d do a little work and go back to bed for an hour or so. About
11:30 I had a cup of tea, and at one—a banana and a glass of water. Sophie lay
at the foot of my bed, and when I heard a stomach growl, I couldn’t tell if it
was hers or mine.
Jacob came in about three and asked, “Are
you really throwing up? I never saw an old person throw up.” Such a helpful
kid.
Now I’ve been up a hour and a half and
it’s time to go back to bed. Jacob has gone to play with a friend, and Jordan
has sanitized the house, made me huge glasses of water, and gone to set up for
a party they’re co-hosting tomorrow night. My bed is beckoning.
I expect to be a new person by
tomorrow morning. Not sure about doing crockpot barbecue for eight Sunday.
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