Thanksgiving was going well enough, until the baby threw up all over me and my aunt’s brand new couch.
Things just got worse from there.
We are emerging from the stomach virus hell. All four of us were stricken, with James and the baby getting it the worse. Only the baby ended up in the ER. (She’s doing much better now; hooray for zofran.)
I spent a lot of time mindlessly scrolling Facebook while the baby glued herself to me over the weekend, and there are any number of topics I could write about now: NoDAPL, anything Shaun King has written in the last week, the hopelessness of a recount, and, most appropriately, how broken the U.S. health care system is, but ultimately, I’m tired.
So this is just a post so that I don’t forget what it feels like to write regularly.
This week will be better.