Better today.  Not 100%, and I still have all my symptoms, but they're much less intense.  I actually managed to eat my breakfast this morning.  I do, however, feel as if someone hit me across the base of my skull with a baseball bat.  I need a good massage!

Tommy put me in bed and made me chicken noodle soup when I got home from the theatre last night.  It was very nice of him. 

Last night, I dreamed I was a werewolf.  Who transformed REALLY slow.  Goddess, it was annoying!  And I couldn't run worth shit.  Seriously, what's the point of being a werewolf if you can't even enjoy a good fast run in the woods?

Since I am feeling better, I got off my arse and downloaded the pictures of the closet organizers I built.  From a pile of lumber and screws to functional furniture in four hours, not bad.  Also, for everyone's amusement and edification I'm including pictures of what our bedroom and bathroom looked like when everything from our closet exploded out.

This is the bedroom from one angle.

And from another angle.

And the bathroom.  What a disaster.  And poor Tommy cleaned it all up!

Look what I built!  Have you got any idea how hard it is to take pictures of something this big in a closet?

And the other one.

And both together.  I am good carpenter!  Go me!