I just haven’t felt right the last couple of days. Bleah. Yesterday I was okay in the morning up at the ‘Bou, but then got shaky before we got to lunch. IHOP was just claustrophobically crowded, which didn’t help. Aunt Mary wasn’t in (she was at the ER at Emory, it turns out) so we just went on home. Luckily something made us take the surface streets, so we avoided a 12-car pileup on the perimeter at LaVista. I spent the rest of the day feeling flu-ish, for lack of a better term.
Then at the “alley party” tonight, I got to the point where I just had to leave and go back inside at home. When it started drizzling, everyone piled under Carla and Rob’s carport. Carla and one of her friends were playing guitar and singing, which I should have enjoyed but couldn’t. Maybe it was a “People Disorder” attack 🙁 , I don’t know.
Gary wasn’t too happy with me earlier, either, because I left a bunch of dirty stuff in the sink after mixing up my pound cake and putting it in the oven. I knew he needed to get in there to make the surimi salad, but I guess I left too much stuff in the way.
I think I’ll just give up on this weekend and go crawl in a hole somewhere. Bleah.