The one that ran me over, that is.
We went out to dinner last night and I started feeling oogie before we’d even finished up and had our leftovers boxed up. We got home early and I headed more or less straight to bed, which is not something I typically do. I knew something wasn’t quite right when I woke up at 12:30.
Can I just say I really hate getting sick to my stomach? On the bright side, I’m just one more stomach virus away from my goal weight!
I kid, really. There’s nothing funny about praying to the porcelain god. (Mike doesn’t seem to have been spared from this unfortunate situation either. I wonder what it was that we ate.) I have a feeling I’m not going to be getting out of my pajamas at all today. Or eating much. Sadder still, I’m a bit leery of making any coffee this morning lest I upset the apple cart that is my stomach once more.
A morning without coffee just doesn’t bear thinking about. Not to mention the headache I’ll get from the resulting caffeine withdrawal.
There is probably a nap in my future, but for the moment I’m going to turn my attention to chapter nine of Book No. 2, at least until I take a header into the typewriter and start snoring.