Speaking of which, preliminary photos here, courtesy 224215152.
So, yes. We drove home, started getting Z. ready for bed, and man. I felt off. Just kind of out of it. Like my bio-rhythms were out of sync. Not queasy, per se. But no appetite, and zero energy. M. squared away Z. for the evening, because she's a trooper, and returned to take care of me as I was out for a spell on the couch.
M. eventually convinces me to retire to the bedroom... and I can't get back to sleep. At all. Try as I might. Finally pass out sometime around 4:30 or so.
(Mind you, I didn't sleep well Saturday night, or Friday night, or really Thursday night, for that matter. So this could just be a body-adjustment thing. But still.)
Up like a shot this morning, after sleeping past alarms, and manage to get Z. to school right on time. Close call, though. I get home, explain to M. that I can't sleep the day away too, because there's too much junk going on... and I am drifting in and out of consciousness for the next five hours or so. Gah! I blame the cat, who was snuggling with me on the couch.
I'm up now. Feeling pretty OK; we'll see how tonight goes. M. picked up Z., and my parents are hehe for some relaxation and birthday-celebratin'.
Oh, and the financial markets are falling apart, but, you know, news to follow eventually.