So, I've been sick. And on top of that, I've felt awful. And Robbie was sick, too. So I spent yesterday taking him to the pediatrician. We rode a train. We got Chick-Fil-A. He decided not to take a nap. I was running on three hours of sleep. Today, I went to see my doctor. I had to wait two hours. Other misadventures happened. And I got added to the Worst of All Possible Meetings at work for first thing tomorrow.
It's been a bit on the rough side. But I'm good, God's better, and I've been prescribed some pills to help me fall asleep, which should make for a better couple of days here in the near future. And a successful 1,000 words. And resumed novel writing on at least one front. And hopefully a disaster-free anniversary (for the first time in five years).
And the great turnaround starts now, as I take this Walgreens survey for a chance to win $3,000 CASH!!!