Ugh

The Guy has spent the last week sick.  Listless, tired, achy, nauseated.  Yesterday, he had a fever which finally broke.  He's feeling better now.

I, on the other hand, am not.

I slept poorly last night.  Night shift switch usually does that for me.  But then I woke up this morning and felt like death.  I was grumpy and yucky and... ugh.  I started the laundry but it was all I could do.  Finally, I fell on the floor with a pillow and a blanket and lounged for an hour.

I went back to bed shortly after.  Four hours later, I stumbled to the couch.  An hour later, I am ready for bed.

This is not going well.