Bleah.
Last week was DEXCON - while it was most definitely fun, it was also a lot of running around and odd eating habits / schedules.
This week, starting Monday (that's the morning after we got back from the Con), our kitchen has been discombobulated* for a major upgrade. The cabinets are now done, but the counter and appliances still need to come in, and the stuff that belongs in the cabinets is still scattered around the house.
Add two weeks of irregular nutritional intake, with the stress of a household in disarray and coming back to work to a frenzy of activity, and the end result is a Geoffus with a bad stomach this morning. I woke up and immediately knew I wasn't going anywhere.
It's settled down for now, but I am not hungry enough to eat yet - I'm forcing myself to have something to keep me alive, but BLEAH. I look at food and it's completely unappetizing, even after a light dinner last night and nothing since.
* Huh. The spell checker didn't flag the word "Discombobulated." Who would have thunk it?
This week, starting Monday (that's the morning after we got back from the Con), our kitchen has been discombobulated* for a major upgrade. The cabinets are now done, but the counter and appliances still need to come in, and the stuff that belongs in the cabinets is still scattered around the house.
Add two weeks of irregular nutritional intake, with the stress of a household in disarray and coming back to work to a frenzy of activity, and the end result is a Geoffus with a bad stomach this morning. I woke up and immediately knew I wasn't going anywhere.
It's settled down for now, but I am not hungry enough to eat yet - I'm forcing myself to have something to keep me alive, but BLEAH. I look at food and it's completely unappetizing, even after a light dinner last night and nothing since.
* Huh. The spell checker didn't flag the word "Discombobulated." Who would have thunk it?