Despite the fact that I’m enjoying the thin winter sun, I think I might go back to bed. With a bottle of water, a big plastic bowl, and a box of tissues beside the bed. Thank the gods I called off what I was supposed to be doing today.
I don’t ever get sick. Therefore, I can’t be feeling so nauseous. It’s an optical illusion or something. I honestly haven’t even eaten anything dodgy.
Hopefully, I’ll be right again for Thursday’s meditation group – all the more so, since I asked to lead it and I have something planned. I’m certain they can manage without me, but I like going along to the group.
Tummy, settle. Intestines, settle. I refuse to tolerate disobedience!