I know my tales have become dreary. I feel bad for you, but I feel even worse for The Pony. Poor Pony. I've told him he can wake me to say goodbye when he leaves around 7:15. I know he's worried about me and my malaise.
Every day, he's so chipper.
"Bye, Mom. Do you think you might be feeling a little bit better? Just a little? Or at least are you not feeling worse?"
So far, it hasn't really been worse.
Right now it's 11:10 p.m. Thursday night. I still have a cup and a half of water to drink. And I need to make a bowl of oatmeal so I have something in my stomach for the vitamin and aspirin land on. Last night I had the Maple Brown Sugar instant oatmeal.
It was SO SWEET. It's been a while since I had some. Almost too sweet.
MAPLE brown sugar? We don't get that one here, just the Brown Sugar one. Which I haven't had any of since I ran out last year. I'm on regular rolled oats now, soaked overnight then microwaved for 1 minute and thirty seconds. With brown sugar.
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