Subject line pretty much says it all. Darling Husband called from Nawoleans this afternoon. “We'll be fine,” he said. “Of course we will; we have no choice,” I replied. He'd forgotten about the raise I got BEFORE being offered the promotion, so we're not in straits as dire as believed.

Boss called me at work, all “concerned” (my quotes, not his) about what he heard was my hospital stay yesterday. Wanted to discuss it over the phone. I nixed that idea — there was a new employee in the store with me, and I was just finishing up my medical incident report to send to him. I'll admit I cribbed it from my last blog entry.

I worked my crew to the nub today, cleaning the store and tending the customers. So that felt good, even if I didn't. I went home with cramps (normal, nothing serious, sez the midwife) at 3:00, ate delivery Japanese food and watched TLC all afternoon.

Oh! And I almost forgot the “best” (read: “worst”) part. Boss-man didn't tell the store manager about what's going on, so she was utterly surprised when I mentioned it to her at the beginning of her shift on the phone this evening. Grrreat.

It's 2 a.m. on Sunday and sleep still feels a looooong way off.