I’ve got that old feeling. The one that comes from very little sleep.
I pulled myself out of bed yesterday morning, my bones heavy with fatigue and started on the to-do list I’d been writing in my head for the past few hours.
Check temperatures. Lucille had Tylenol last, Eliza Advil. Give medicine. Shower? Call preschool, tell them we won’t be there for the first day. Call friend who was to take care of Lucille. Go to doctor. Read More »