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OK, it's official. I'm blasted sick. It was 40 degrees outside this morning, waiting for the bus with Dearest Son, and I was sweating. Pushed myself through the grocery shopping, remembering to snag the now half-price Disney Princess pail, and slogged home. Stuffed the cold groceries away and that was enough for one day. Slept for four hours, ate some toast, felt a bit better, and then straight miserable about an hour after Dearest came home.
It's clear I was not sympathetic enough to Beloved Hubby, if he felt this bad. He felt better, and returned to work - then came home to find me asleep and ill. I'm just hoping Dearest is spared, because frankly, I don't know if I have the energy to spare to take care of him right now...
Posted by dorriebelle
at 12:01 AM CDT
