Status reporting.

I've spent the day doing what I can to recover from food poisoning by moving slowly, sleeping a lot, and drinking water. My major accomplishments have been making tea, getting dressed, and walking two blocks to a grocery store for bananas, rolls, orange juice, and applesauce. I'm not quite up to eating the leftover fried rice I already have in the fridge, or anything besides more water at this point, but I hope that a long night of sleep will help get me to the point where I can go to work tomorrow.

In retrospect, waking up at three-thirty in the morning to puke should've been a sign to not even consider going into work today, but it took two more bouts of it for me to think it might be a better idea to stay in my apartment and sleep. I don't even know.

Last Saturday was lovely for going to the NYBG and seeing four garter snakes in a tiny frog pond, and yesterday had its moments too. Today I've just been sitting in my big pink bathrobe, thankful I have a big pink bathrobe for just this sort of situation, and waiting until I can shower and sleep.