Ugh

Ugh. Oh, I said that already? Well, ugh, anyway.

I feel like I've been beat up. I spent most of yesterday in the bathroom, and this morning, the mere thought that food exists makes me want to hurl. My head, especially where Ander hit it in the bridge of the nose weeks ago, feels like it might explode. Ander seems fine. His diapers are extra stinky, but Alan assures me that my nose just seems extra-sensitive with the stomach virus I have.

I'n trying to get up the energy to drive to work (working out is out of the question), but I'm so sleepy and very attached to the bathroom, so it may take a while to be good enough to ride in a car for 30 minutes. I wish Ander would spontaneously decide to take a long morning nap, but he has given up the morning nap, so that's not happening.

Oh, we are finally going to visit Brien in Monroe. Soon.

Etcetera.