Day Four: Flu

Don’t even ask. It’s been vile.

But the good news is that Krissie, goddess that she is, worked on the office, moving in printers and futzing around with the electrical, so tomorrow’s post will show a lot of progress even if I divided my day between moaning in my bed and vomiting all over my shower-bathroom (and the bathroom is fabulous which was such a comfort). TMI? Hell, I didn’t want to know about it. Thank God for Krissie, who was a saint.

Tomorrow: shelves maybe, if I can move again.