It’s official. We’re sick. . . the both of us. I spent the day moving from the couch to bed and in between trying to get some things to get us ready for the week. I went into washing mode, determined to get this “sickness” out of our house.
Congestion, aching, headaches. . . it’s no fun. I made potato soup and watched television that required no discernment. He slept, read and went out for provisions.