Boring weekend
But sometimes that can be good. I wasn’t feeling too well most of the weekend. I didn’t go with Mike on Saturday to collect mail because I didn’t feel like getting up. So he went by himself and came right back, didn’t go out for lunch as we would have if I were with him.
I just sat and watched PBS cooking shows, and later, we went to the grocery store. A thrill a minute, I’m telling you!
Yesterday, we didn’t do much of anything at all, even though the weather was nice. We didn’t go out at all. I was feeling kind of sick yesterday, and last night I gacked. I had just gone to bed, and Mike was in the bathroom when I felt the hurling coming on. The closest thing to gack in was the wastebasket on the floor on Mike’s side of the bed. So I went to use that, and I partially missed, and we had to change the sheets. Yuck!
Fucking Prozac. I wonder if this is one of those withdrawal symptoms I’ve read about. Or maybe I just caught a bug. In any case, I feel a lot better today.
