I was in bed, but text messages from the sickies. He’s positive, she’s not, but she can’t figure out to get hydroxychlorquinine, Zicam or Theraflu. Poor sickie. I told her to call her pharmacy and have it delivered.
Then my phone when wonky, and because I was on the edge of sleep, I couldn’t figure out how to get rid of the screen that was messed up. So I came out here to wake up enough to let the electronic part of my brain reset itself. It just needed to reboot. The phone, too.
So now, I get to go back to bed and play mahjong and hope sleep isn’t very far away. *sigh*
Good morning. I hope you got back to sleep. Jake woke me up promptly at 5:00. Great cat.
Correction: She is also positive. I actually had to be a mother and tell her what meds to take and to call the pharmacy for delivery, since she evidently didn’t read the previous text on the subject.
Then my Favorite Son began to text and needless to say, I’m a little hungover this morning.
As an aside, people seem to be leaving FB in droves. Mass exodus.