Well, 5 hours after stumbling back to bed and almost immediately falling into the deepest sleep I’ve had in months, I swam to consciousness and stumbled out of bed to face the day.
I’m not getting too vigorous about facing the day. It will be in my sweats and most comfy T-shirt (Ok, Hubby’s most comfy T-shirt that I’m “borrowing”). But I’m facing the day nonetheless. I’ve only got a headache left, and I’m hoping that handfuls of Tylenol will subdue that to a mild annoyance.
#3 has arrived home, chipper and ready to go face the neighborhood kids in search of springtime fun. With radio in hand, he is on his way to follow his quest.
Good luck kiddo!