So I'm home with the GERD and bored out of my skull. Mike's tv is pretty much stuck on ESPN, and I am so lazy that it was ten before I got around to changing the channel. I've seen the morning clips three times now on Sportscenter, including a clip of a mascot at some basketball game who hit a backwards shot from half court. The crowd cared infinitely less than the announcers, which was humorous.
Also watched three times? The bit about the Miracle on Ice, which happened thirty years ago today. And all three times? I cried.
I finally switched to HGTV and watched show after show of home decorating. I finished my book. There are clothes in the dryer. I did not, however, shower.
And believe it or not, it's actually been a fairly successful sick day. At least I got out of bed more than once, right? I even had some toast.
I just really hope that this GERD business dies a quick death, because I am pretty much over it.