It's been a busy weekend and a crappy Sunday.
I got a lot done yesterday--many pages edited while cooking food for our friend who just had surgery. Plus, laundry, meal prep for the week, and house stuff... The usual. That Man continued with Jeep work and it's starting to come together.
We took dinner to our friend and spent a little time with her and her husband. It was a nice visit and she's doing well.
Then we got home...
And I started feeling like poop.
I feel terrible that I could potentially infected her. I would have never gone over! I would have rescheduled my meal. I texted her and she's taking it well (with her usual grace), though, I mean, what can you do? I really hope she doesn't come down with it. It's really the last thing she needs and I feel awful about it.
Today I woke up feeling bad. I slept late--way later than normal. I took a nap. But I still wanted to get some stuff done so I soldiered through. Laundry, shower, and the last forty pages on this editing pass. I talked to K5, texted with B, But now that all of that stuff is done, the malaise is creeping back in.
That Man went to B's game. (they're winning as of right now) We figured it was best if I didn't sit out in the blazing sun and also potentially infect my family too. That Man will stop and get me medicine on his way home and then finish up dinner.
I'm still planning on going into the day job tomorrow. We'll see if that changes or not.
That is all...
Behave!