Yesterday, my older son and I bought paint supplies and attacked a small upstairs hallway. He did the ceiling and I did prep work. I cooked dinner, we watched a movie and, starting at about 3 a.m. today, I heard what I imagined might be an intruder moving around downstairs, though I have a hard time imagining any but the dumbest intruder targeting our house.
There was no intruder. My son was sick and making bathroom visits. I'm feeling queasy as well. A menu of chicken, rice and broccoli played a role, I suspect. We'll probably have a sick day today.