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!!!!!)
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3 comments:
Great lunch! I'm so happy to hear you were able to get out so quickly.
Dude that looks so awesome! Damn you!
So glad you are home. 8 days of no touching?
7th Heaven? Girl, you are going to need a straight jacket.
xoxoxo
Yay "real" food! :) Glad to hear you're back home.
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