Am I Dying?

Saturday it was all I could do to stay awake. Sunday afternoon, the apocolypse hit. Oh my, it was ugly. It hit Beerman about 2 a.m. I'm home from work today because, well, I just couldn't function beyond taking C-man to daycare in my smelly clothes I'd slept in. Somehow, Beerman got up, to work, and is on his way to Oregon today. I think that goes in the 'workaholic' definition. I have made it to the couch where I slept for 4 hours. Now I've got to figure out what I can eat without revisiting it in a fe.w hours