I haven't done one damn thing today. I laid in Mr. Moon's chair and watched a Jeff Lewis marathon. I don't even know the name of the program. Interior Therapy? Something like that. Whatever. I don't much care for Mr. Lewis's interior design but I see that he has a vision and can turn it into reality REAL FAST and I love his assistant, Jenny, and his maid, Zoila, and I like him fine too.
Here's what I mainly learned today: Having your house redone by Jeff Lewis in five days is REALLY stressful and you have to spend the last night before "the reveal" in a hotel where you drink wine with your partner and say, "Wow, this has been a really stressful week."
I couldn't have swept the floor today if you'd held a gun to my head. It took me all day long to wash the dishes. The breakfast dishes.
We had smoothies for breakfast.
Mr. Moon is getting sick too. He can hardly talk. That's fine with me because I don't feel like talking. Lily actually went to the doctor because her throat hurt so bad. No, it is not strep.
So do not come see me. Do not ask me to do anything. I can't. I could give you this virus but I don't want to and you don't want it.
I have to go lay down again.
My teeth hurt.