has slept pretty much ALL DAY. Still groggy. Didn’t go for a run. Ate ice cream at lunch because I was miserable. May do the same tomorrow.
referred to an old lady in an email today as the “Dwight Shrute of the Knitters Guild.” I myself, of course, am the Jim.
has an official diagnosis of “a viral illness” and a doctor’s order to go back to bed. At least I’m catching up on some sleep.