When I got into bed last night, I was feeling slightly nauseated. Nothing major, just a general sense of unease. I distracted myself by watching Going My Way, thinking that by the time the movie was over, I’d feel better. But I didn’t. The nausea never grew to the point where I felt like I was going to be sick. But what made things worse was the fact that I couldn’t sleep, and could barely lay still, and this lasted just about all night long. I thought that might have been an exaggeration, my mind playing tricks on my, but when I checked my FitBit Flex data this morning to see what my night looked like, I discovered it was indeed about the worst night I’ve recorded thus far.
I didn’t feel much better this morning, but we were looking forward to taking the kids to Mount Vernon today, which as it happens, is George Washington’s birthday1. The weather was great and we had a lot of fun there. It wasn’t the first time we’d been there, but it was a nice place to spend the morning, especially since it is only about 15 miles away.
I slept this afternoon and that helped some. I did manage to get a little bit of writing done this evening, keeping the streak alive (now 216 consecutive days!). I’m still not feeling 100%, but I’m feeling better than I was at this time yesterday. Tomorrow I have some day-job work to do, in order to stick to some deadlines. I’m hoping I feel better in the morning.
- Unless you still go by the Julian calendar, in which case his birthday was 11 days ago. ↩