I'm on the fourth day of the flu that seems to be taking a turn toward bronchitis.
And the menstrual cramps just kicked in.
Normally I'd mix Nyquil and vicodin, but this month I also have a wildly energetic, scarily clingy, separation anxiety addled three year old who's taken to throwing things at the big dog's head while she sleeps, which makes the drug cocktail much more difficult to adjust.

But yay, The Hub is home, today wasn't as bad (mostly because the kid slept for two hours this afternoon) as I'd expected for the first full just-the-two-of-us day in a week, and I've got reinforcements covering me tomorrow if/when I start fainting. Woohoo vasovagal syncope!