In an unforeseen twist, I am still not completely recovered from whatever nefarious virus I acquired this week. I was not aided by our daughter waking us at 3 am and thereafter refusing to go back to sleep. Whereupon, when we blearily got up for the day at 6:30, she acted crabby and miserable because SHE WAS TIRED. Ugh.
But food still barely looks tolerable to me. I'm losing the last few pounds that I've held onto since I weaned Anne, but I don't really advise not eating as a weight loss method.
So I'm just trying to hang in there. Mike is going to hang with his guy philosophy professor friends tonight, so I think I'm going to watch Julie and Julia and crochet. Hopefully, I'll still be conscious when he returns. My poor body just feels so beaten down.
Here's hoping for a conclave-date-revelation-Friday. :)