Ugh and ick. Feel terrible, swim terrible, bad mood. I’m Mrs. Yuck. Does anyone else remember Mr. Yuck? My kids will never know the joy of seeing household products coded with green sad faces to indicate poison.
I had things to say here, but I’ve forgotten them. And I’ve a pile of work but no time/energy to do it.
I accomplished telling my parents about swimming the channel over the weekend, but other than that I’m just tired from 12 hours of driving/sitting in a car. It was a great party for their 50th anniversary though. And this coming weekend I get a weekend. So recovery might be possible. It just doesn’t seem like it today.
