So what's the worst possible thing I could do on a day I feel this bad? Go out to lunch?
Mom is leaving on a four-day bus tour to Southern California tomorrow. The rest of the family is out of town, so I asked her (before I knew it would be a day in hell) to a farewell lunch today. We do that kind of thing.
Since she won't read this until she gets back (and hopefully I'm fine by then), I can tell you that I tried with middling success to act normal. But it wasn't normal for me to take a quarter of my club house sandwich (and all my French fries) home in a Styrofoam box.
Anyway, that's the reason for the short, pointless entry tonight. Thanks for your attention.