today.

let me be perfectly honest.  today i feel like crap.
or, as my husband would call it "joy". he's taken to calling excrement "joy" so that when he's cleaning the gerbil cage i don't have to hear sentences like "you just stepped in poo" or "i just need to sweep up the poo under the table".  sentences which quite literally send me to dry heaving.  now it's "just sweeping up joy!" or "watch out for joy when you're walking!", which, even though i know he's talking about feces, seems to help.  he's very thoughtful like that.

anyways, back to me.  i have a cold.  i know, start the violins, janet's got sniffles.  but who wants to be sick on Valentines?  i've been mustering strength all day - i put on my red dress even though my sweats were beckoning.  i washed my bedsheets, when all i wanted was to get into them.  i pulled off a pretty great holiday complete with hand made wall hangings for my husband and daughter, and a trip to the cupcake conspiracy, where tuesday is gluten-free day. 
you might not have noticed, but i'm filled with self-congratulation.

so, i'm sure there are lessons i have learned throughout this past week, but i can't remember any of them.  my brain feels like mud (it's drowning in snot) and i have to squint my eyes to remember five minutes ago.  i suppose i'm writing just so you know i haven't neglected you. 

hello.
i am here.
i care.

alright, that's all i've got.  i'm going to nurse myself with some form of hot liquid, stare at the beautiful tulips my husband gave me, and do my very, very best to end this day on a high note. 

happy valentines day.