I’m taking the day and ignoring all responsibility and getting better. A good old fashioned sick day. I slept well last night thanks to Benadryl, and I didn’t get out of bed when I woke up. I just turned on the TV. Thank God for a Top Chef marathon today. Mr. Husband and I spent the morning laughing at our crazy pets and watching Top Chef in bed. He’s got another game today, so I stayed in bed and he was off to work.
I am feeling leaps and bounds better then I’ve felt all week. I’m still a faucet of disgusting, but I’m definitely on the road to recovery.
See yah on the flip side.