What bliss, spending my morning watching pointless TV.
It is 11 degrees outside, and Son#3 and I are wrapped in fleece on the couch.
The husband is stressed and so am I, although I'm ignoring work stress for the moment
(I have to wonder if this is at all effective: three words: pulsating back spasms).
Problems, deep sigh.
You can run, but you can't hide.