Something is settling in here. It became apparent after dinner on Tuesday and resulted in me turning in for the night before 10 PM. Such early bedtime behavior is exceedingly rare for me. But with the way my stomach was aching and I the nauseous I was experiencing I wanted to do nothing else but go to bed.
I felt better this morning, but I still carried a feeling of being weighted down and green around the gills. By the time I got home today from work I was seriously dragging. As testimony of my sorry state, my usually sassy teenager told me to go rest for awhile and she would wake me up after she made something for dinner. I knew then that I must have been looking close to death, as surely she deemed this my last supper.
I thought I would feel better after napping and eating, but that was not the case. I have been going downhill all night. I am thinking something wicked this way comes – something that is determined to take me down. So I will once again go to bed before 10 PM and will hope that whatever this nastiness is that I am afflicted with will go quietly into the night.
I hope that tomorrow I will be back to myself. Or at least, less green.
Day one thousand three hundred and seventy-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da