Ok, this isn’t really me. This is Jim. He’s Swedish. However, we’ve both been feeling a bit under the weather, so we’ve stayed camped out in our pajamas all day. My husband doesn’t seem to mind (mostly). I have swapped places between the bed and the couch, but the computer seemed light years away since it was… all… the… way… down… the… hall. Sheesh.
I am recovering now thanks to a diet of Reese’s peanut butter cups and brownie bites. (I guess this is sort of a warm-up for Thanksgiving.) Gosh, just re-reading this makes me want to go on a jog, and that has almost never happened to me.
I could probably use at least another 4-6 hours in my flannel cocoon to be fully back up and operational, but there is just not time for that. Not with Thanksgiving staring me down anyway. So off to the grocery store and Costco and a few other little errands tucked in here and there. Maybe I’ll bring Jim for moral support… if I can drag him out of bed.
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