Yesterday I was more or less too wrapped up in my own misery to be much good to anyone.
Can I do Father's Day over?
I did manage breakfast in bed (sort of) for G -- although he was already up and shaving by the time I got it done. Graciously, he got back in bed to eat his french toast and cantaloupe. And I did make a good dinner. And pie.
But I didn't even get a card or a letter done.
And I didn't call my dad.
What a loser!