On Sunday, I had a repeat morning. I languished in bed. Eventually Rachel helped me get up, and get out of my diaper and pajamas.
I got a shower, got dressed, and began to feel human again.
Eventually, I was able to get my act together enough to leave the house to pick up medicine for Missy, and go grocery shopping.
I called Alissa and told her I was feeling back in the world again, almost. We caught up as I drove around. I said I felt like I was finally surfacing.
Then after I hung up with her, I actually got all turned around and lost on my way from the pharmacy to the grocery store.
And I just laughed.
It felt good.