God has a funny way of forcing me to eat my words. Jamie and I went to Bible study last night because it's driving me BATTY to be cooped up in the house. I actually felt pretty good, and I told people so.
Today, I'm eating it. I'm just glad I went out and got the last few days of groceries we'll need for the weekend yesterday, because I think I'm going to be stuck in the house for a few more days. This cough is going to be my end, and my much-loved narcotic cough syrup is down to the last few drops in the bottle. No refills for that stuff, it's too highly addictive.
I don't like viruses.
I guess I may actually get some scrapbooking done this weekend!