Estoy Nueces

I don't like this sick business. My belly hurts and I keep needing to go poop, though there isn't really any poop to poop, just the feeling. I must get an appointment with a doctor. I must. But it's Saturday, of course, and I can't right now.

We are going to go driving or do something for our anniversary in just a bit. We are both really cranky, though, so it might be as disastrous as other anniversary trips. We'll see.

Mark's new computer and gmail are giving him fits. I can't solve some of the problems either.

I need to type a report and more for Sarah, but I'm stymied and my tummy hurts, too.