Blargh.

Got out of bed this morning. Fixed breakfast for my kids. Ate a bagel. Went back to bed. Slept. Got up when my mom called. Talked for a bit. Fixed lunch for boys. And now I'm dragging my ass around the house, because I feel like death warmed over. Good lord.

I've evidently caught whatever William had, and while it hasn't laid me out like it did him, it's doing its level best. Whimper.

*coff*

*snort*

Blah.