Last Friday I felt nauseous, with erratic sleep leaving me feeling blah, and my temperature hovering between 'maybe I have something' and 'maybe I am perimenopausal'. I called in sick, slept a bit more, then made oatmeal to eat while watching The Walking Dead. In fact, Oatmeal seemed my speed as my stomach didn't feel … Continue reading When the Beginning of the Week Looks Like the End of Your Last One →