I got a full eight hours' sleep last night, for the first time since -- week after Christmas? I feel much better. I could do with a few more of these.
Deanne twisted her ankle outside, and she is now seated in the recliner with an icebag on her foot, reading her e-mail. I was going to suggest we go out to eat, but she wasn't up to going anywhere. A Boy Scout pizza is now baking in the oven.
Looking forward to a slow and quiet day, otherwise.