This morning I woke up feeling okay, feeling like I could handle the drive up to the cottage, the hours I'd have to spend cleaning up all the mouse poop, the buying of the groceries, and everything else I'd have to do. This evening, my stomach can barely handle a can of ginger ale and I'm feeling so tired I don't even know if I can make it out of bed.
Tomorrow is another day. A Canada Day. So I'll see how I'm feeling then and get back to you. If you don't hear from me. I've gone to Cordova Lake.
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