Did anyone get the plate of that truck?

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.

And 1:45.

And 3:00.

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.

2 thoughts on “Did anyone get the plate of that truck?

  1. I’m sorry you and Mikey got hit by “that truck”. Hopefully, now that it’s Sunday morning, you’re feeling better and are able to get your caffeine fix. I don’t know how you managed to work at all feeling that way. Feel better. Both of you.

    • Yeah, work did not really happen yesterday. Napping and reading did. Also, saltines. Today I’m drinking coffee but am still not all that hungry, but I’m optimistically making a loaf of bread.

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