Alice felt good.
Helen felt okay, though she was a litle pale and laid around much of the day, which isn’t like her. But she wasn’t complaining about her tummy or her head hurting, so she was mostly okay.
Jerry and I, on the other hand, were totally worthless. Finally now I’m a little hungry, so I’m having an apple.
Based on Alice’s recovery, I’m figuring that tomorrow we should be okay… I hope so, anyway. We have PLANS for tomorrow night. And wallowing around in self-pity is not included.