Still feel awful, but it’s a
slightly better form of awful… I’m not coughing as much, and not eliminating
quite as much gunk. I may actually be on the rebound, thank Everything.
Especially now that Dearest Son is starting to sniffle.
At least the kitchen didn’t
get too bad during my neglectful exhaustion. Beloved Hubby brought home
groceries, so we attacked various cereals and milk for dinner. No one was
really hungry for anything else, even though I offered. Thoroughly enjoyed my
two bowls of corn flakes, and washed up everyone’s favorite bowl for breakfast
tomorrow when I cleaned up. Hey, if I can keep the kitchen more-or-less clean
enough to cook in even when I’m too sick and weary to cook, that means I can do
it any time, from now on.
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