April Fool’s Day was two days ago, but I still feel like the butt of a cruel joke. I’m finally recovering from my illness, but now Steve has it. Yesterday we had some nice “togetherness” time being sick all day. At one point, we were lying in bed wishing someone would bring us dinner because neither of us had the energy to get up. I’m sure we could have called someone to deliver, but that would have required getting up and finding the phone. Sarah called about a half hour later to tell me she was making chicken soup for us but wasn’t bringing it over until tonight. I finally dragged myself out of bed and made some chicken and brown rice.
I’m officially sick and tired of being sick and tired.
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