Lula’s worriedly sitting on my lap.  I just spent last night huddled in bed after the walk from the car to the house ended up in me clutching my mouth and heaving over a dirty pile of tangled ivy in our neighbors front yard.  (I started crying,  I don’t want to throw up here, when it all came up.) This morning I got up and as soon as I stood, my stomach jumped to my mouth and I crouched in front of the much more suitable toilet.

I’m now counting my blessings that I threw up last night because if I just had a barf session in the morning that would be morning sickness.  And that would be unacceptable.

I might have to crawl back into bed, now.