No, I am not talking about the going home I will be doing tomorrow. I am talking about the going home I did today, after only a few hours at work. And once home I slipped out the pussycat and then proceeded to the couch, where I slept/dozed for three hours.
It wasn't the worst case of an h I have had in the last few years, but it wasn't the best case scenario either (like non-existent). It not only kept me from working, it also kept me from the running training today. Now, I will be honest here, I am not grieving particularly over either of those. I am however a bit anxious over this coming weekend. It had better not be a repeat of my last visit home!
Anyway, the h has abated somewhat, I have been eating fine and I have drunk plenty of fluids. I will now go and pack my suitcase and head to bed early (ish). And crossing everything I will be fine tomorrow. When I will be going home!