I was going to try to write something real, but a nap seems like a better use of my time. Then I might try to shower today. It seems like a good idea at this point, but it would mean standing up for so long.
I feel better. The boy brought food-- not just juice and soup and bananas, but also chocolate pudding and my favorite kind of hummus and cookies and an avocado. And he told jokes and cuddled.
I hope he doesn’t catch it. I mean, that would really suck for him, but I don’t want to have to take care of him if he’s even half as whiney as I’ve been.