I am feeling gross today: nauseated and listless. It should be a good day: Paul has the day off of work, so there are two adults here. But Robert and William have the day off from school, too, and also the house is infused with that special kind of hyper child energy that comes from unusual circumstances and Daddy home all day.

I made muffins this morning, a recipe containing pumpkin (vitamin A!), walnuts (omega-3s!), and ginger (reduced barfing! I hope!), and also flour and sugar (morale!). But I ate two and I still don’t feel better. Perhaps a Burger King Spicy Tendercrisp? Mmmmmmmmmm.

I just passed the halfway point in my NaNoWriMo novel: 25,000 words plus a few more. It’s still crappy, but at least it’s getting done. I was hoping to succeed at this: it’s nice to set a goal and achieve it, even if the goal is, in the end, a pointless one.

Back to the front, I suppose. I hear Paul starting to raise his voice.