I usually have my phone with me all the time. I want it near in case my kids text me. I feel a little naked because my phone is somewhere downstairs. Probably under a bucket or a box or a blanket. Or something else starting with the letter B. I’m upstairs. In Bed. Also brought to you by the letter B. It’s most likely dead, since I forgot to bring it up here last night to charge it. Right after I barfed. Also, the letter B.
Yesterday was lovely and I’ll tell you all about it. Probably tomorrow. Sometime soon. After I get out of bed.
ps. I got a bird! And no, it is not the Avian Flu.