Mom Down

A thing you probably don't know about me--unless you know me in real life, I mean--is that I always get dressed first thing in the morning. And I do mean dressed, and I do mean always. Jeans, t-shirts (and a sweater if necessary), the zero-drop shoes I wear instead of slippers so I can go outside whenever . . . first thing in the morning. Always.

I do not wander around in pajamas.

The only notable exception to this is when I am very, very sick. In those cases when I can't be more than a few feet from a bathroom lest I risk disaster and spend hours huddled in bed, I will wear the pajama pants my sister gave me probably fifteen years ago, and the fuzzy socks from the same source.

That's what I'm wearing right now.

Sick apparel.

I woke up with the family stomach bug in the middle of the night and spent the next ten hours in a very unhappy state. Bad time to run out of gelatin. After all the jello I've made in the past few weeks, there's no gelatin left for me to make it for myself.

But I do think the very worst of it is over. I am left now with the all-over aches that follow such an episode, along with a headache and general weakness. Which is why I still have my pajama pants and socks on.

Everyone except Poppy has now gotten this wretched illness, and I'm crossing everything I have that she doesn't come down with it at all, but especially right before Halloween. She would be so sad to miss trick-or-treating.

Anyway. That's where I'm at right now: Wallowing in my sick clothes and waiting for my body to recover.