Sick day for my Nora. None of us slept last night. Some things I spent the night thinking about:

1. Specific work projects for which, realistically, I don’t have the time to complete even though they absolutely must be completed. 
2. The throbbing in and behind my sore eye. 
3. General work projects: will they continue to be there (of course, somehow) or will we become destitute (definitely, probably no)?
4. Poor sick Nora who, even in her illness and even after throwing up and returning from emptying her liquid bowels, insists with steely resolve that she is fine. Absolutely fine. 
5. My clingy little love monkey, Sam, and how, when we’re apart for a day, his loving suffocation amps up exponentially. 
6. How will I get that work project done?! Especially if Nora stays home on Monday?
7. Bills. Shit. Friday was the first. Everything is due all over again. 

Tonight will be an early night for all of us. Tomorrow is another day. 

Easter Sunday. Making French press coffee today because that seems special and it’s Easter and I have no idea what to do with this day anymore. So Special French Press coffee it is. Oh, and a pound of thick cut fancy bacon for my family.