She's called in sick today. Her flight came in later than expected last night (her flight was from Dayton, not Columbus) and she found her car dead in the airport parking light. She'd left the dome light on. Even before I found out she called in, I told my husband I didn't want to go to work. I'd go to work, but I didn't want to be there.
It's been raining and the bed is warm. :)
I realized this morning my thumb hurts because I sliced it when I fixed the windshield wiper yesterday evening.
Sunday I started keeping a food diary to make me more conscious of making good food choices. Some of the men at work were talking about what they should eat for healthy snacks. It's funny to hear them talk since they haven't been listening to diet talk for the last oh, 20 years of their lives.