I woke up this morning with a funky tummy. A little achy, a bit queasy and totally hungry. I thought for sure it was a combination of the tale-end of my period and a body ready for breakfast. But even after cantaloupe and a piece of toast, it wasn’t feeling better. But I went to work anyway. After lunch, it just got worse. Around 3:30 pm, I surrendered and headed home.
Upon collapsing into bed, this was the light in the room. It makes me a little sad that I miss this each afternoon.