And Charlie and Lola. They’ve kept our minds off our upset stomachs for at least a few hours. I am, by the way, not pregnant. Just sick. Sick and sad that it’s supposed to be in the high 60s today and I’m missing it. So are the boys. We had big plans for this afternoon. Instead we are sleeping on the couch and the floor, testing our stomachs with little sips of water every now and then, and keeping a couple of bowls nearby lest they prove to be weaker than we hoped.
Micah is on his way home to nurse us back to health. I’ve got “Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo fishy in the sea, she’s a little girl with a round tummy,” on repeat in my brain. And the boys are lounging lethargically in the living room.
I suppose that is one way to spend a warm winter day. Not the best way. Unless you happen to be unable to eat or drink or move without regretting it. And then it probably is the best way.
Happy Friday, everyone. ‘Til Monday . . . .