New fun around here. I finally took a nap. I didn't expect the napping to be this intense; I went down at 0930 and came up for air around 1300. We're all still sick; by "we" I mean, of course, "me", who never took the rest that everybody else was forced to take earlier this week. I just wanted the other adults to hurry up and get better so that I could have a turn at being sick- is there anything wrong with that? I don't think so. At least I don't feel as guilty about sleeping today as I would have had I tried to nap earlier this week. I slept and slept and slept some more.

I did manage to score another sponsored post, as you can see. Bringing another few bucks to the budget, and myself feeling calmer about money. A calm me= a happier me. A me who does not burst into hormonal teary wrecks while driving the Boy to work this morning. I feel bad for the crying, but not bad enough to apoligize endlessly. I'm just feeling overwrought right now, right? Right? It'll get better when I'm fully rested. It's got to get better.