Layin' low and feelin' low. The damn cold's got me down and I had trouble sleeping last night. Did get more of the garage cleaned up yesterday while Pat tied up the newspapers. The house looks nice, I must say; cleaners did a good job again.
Didn't feel like making dinner last night, so called out for chicken and had it delivered. Pat thought it was good, but mine was overcooked.
One bright spot is that I'm meeting Mary H. for lunch today to return the port-a-crib. After that, I just want to stay home and try to get out of this slump.