I am home, which is mostly important to me, because it means I can eat whatever I want. And ... all the remotes go up AND down ;-)
I am sequestered in the basement. It's difficult not to touch anything when I venture upstairs for ice. There are dirty bottles on the counter that I want to put in the dishwasher. A pacifier on the table that should go in the binky box. Etc. Etc. Etc. I just want to straighten things like I would under normal circumstances.
I've had my lunch and some soda and I'm feeling better already. Still not ready to focus on work, but I definitely feel better. Have somehow become sucked into a 7th Heaven marathon.
Oh, and here's what's left of my lunch. (Last picture, I promise!!!!!)