I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick.
I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick.
I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
So here we are, sitting on the cusp of 2020. Or, should I say, here I sit, drinking coffee, trying to wrap my head around the last year, let alone the last decade.