This weekend was a complete loss.  I haven’t been so ill in years.  I literally didn’t stir from my bed at all on Saturday and Sunday only managed to lay on the sofa in the living room and watch a couple Jane Austin movies while my family brought me tea and “Cream of Wheat” and generally did a very good job of taking care of me and leaving me mostly alone. 

 Today I am feeling better.  Well enough to pull myself to the computer and do a small bit of work.

I have decided that the few days after I am feeling horrible are the worst.  I can see what needs to be done but I really don’t have the energy to tackle anything.  The house is in disarray, my sheets need changed and the bedding aired, the pantry is a bit picked over and I have no idea what Kyle has been feeding the children.  All this I can deal with but at some point I need to brush my hair and wash it.  I dread this.  I have thick, coarse hair, with a good deal of curl that hangs to my mid back.  Usually it is brushed and braided and in a neat little bun at the nap of my neck.  Currently it is a sweaty, tangled mass, hanging awkwardly down my back and I am not quite up to the task of dealing with it yet.