Me staying home wasn’t even discussed today, ha ha. The husband gathered himself and the tiny one up and left, and so… here I am. At the least, I should drag corpse downstairs and make some breakfast… and then into bed, I think. Me and bed… doesn’t happen outside of bedtime. Says a lot, neh? At least my appetite is kind of back, which is a marked improvement on yesterday morning.
Better get to that before it goes from ‘hungry’ to ‘too sick to eat’… oh, the joys of the return of failing health.