So, I missed Saturday. I slept for 36 hours. I am like Rip Van Winkle. Part of it is that I have some kind of crud that my body was thankfully fighting off until I finished. The other part is just exhaustion. I vaguely remember Mike coming in and out of the room and asking if I was alive and ok, but besides that things are kind of a blur.
I am ready to be back to normal...hopefully it will just be a few more days. In the meantime, I have become hooked on the show Weeds, and am just eating to fill my time. Mike looked at me with a BOX of cupcakes in my lap today, watching television and said, "I think I'm ready for you to come back." Me too, babe, me too.
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