The view from my sick bed.
I woke up feeling all right, then started to feel worse and worse. No horses for me. (Insert giant frowny face here.) I was there last night, so that's something.
M came over for a bit to comfort me. We'd had plans that I had to cancel. We sat on the patio. Actually, I lay on the loveseat. Then I threw up into my blanket. M swore she wasn't grossed out. I mostly believe her.
We watched a movie, (Spectre). She left. I slept. Them I moved back into my bed. And here I remain. Though I had to take the dog out to pee. I almost threw up in the bushes. Reminds me of my drinking days.
Here's the silver lining though; I had a whole day where I unashamedly did nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe it was a cry for rest? Well, anyway, tonight is an early bedtime.
I'm looking forward to waking up hale and whole tomorrow.