It's Saturday morning...

... barely, and I'm still sitting here in my bathrobe not having done much at all. Cell group was canceled this morning because Tara feels like hell (and sounds like it, for the record) so there was no reason to get out of bed. Much less a reason to get up and showered and on with the day. Tummy is feeling somewhat better, likely a combination of finally getting fluids to stay down and then a trial by fire of eggs and toast last night. I survived, so it must not hate me as much as it did before.

The day/weekend's agenda once again revolves around cleaning my apartment, as it never gets sufficiently clean over the weekend and then the week musses it up again. Then I'd also like to do some actual cooking again so that there will be actual food in my house. I have lots of ingredients at this point, just nothing that is ready to eat. Maybe I'll get creative. Or maybe it'll just end up being egg noodles with butter. We'll see.