My desire to take myself to bed yesterday was overpowering. I didn’t feel good. A stomach bug. But, was it a bug or was it more a physical reaction to my greyness at being home, at facing the tangle that is my work? I cannot tell. I ached, felt nauseas and grumped. I was a grump. Wasn’t I? Poor love, he has to manage it all. I am a little better today, though my colon groans and bellows. We’ll see. Just keep going and things will get clearer.
