High point was lunch with M yesterday. We had the same type of sandwich, except that mine had chicken.
Methinks the chicken had it in for me. Either that, or the stress just caught up to me. Maybe both.
Ugh. I still feel rotten. Here's hoping I can eat tomorrow.
Missing my guy more than ever; he's in Japan.
Wanna get my house sold. Want this all to be over with.
No use crying over spilt milk, though.
Hope you are all well and happy (and healthy, too!)