On Friday I worked out for an hour even though I felt sooo ill. I am addicted to closing my activity rings on my watch, but that’s not good because I think all the heavy breathing has made it hard for my body to heal. The virus or bacteria is working its way down to my chest. Yuck.

So for the rest of the day I did parenting-lite from the couch. Clarissa ran around and amused herself while I sat there all day studying German, ancient Greek, and listening to Marco Polo. Abe was a hero and picked the kids up from school. He stayed home and took care of them for the rest of the evening which was HUGELY helpful.

He also was hyper-productive at work and made a lot of emotional progress on his panic attack today. He has been suffering from panic since December, so that was big news.

I FaceTimed into my book club in the evening because I remember loving the book they read this month, Crossing to Safety.

And then Abe and I went to bed before 10pm. We were pooped.