I look how I feel lately |
I'm bruising a bunch |
I cheated. Ate some of Dylan's grilled cheese |
My staple lunch |
The dogs want my hamburger |
Dylan helps me cook |
Attempting to make friies |
Pretzels? |
Muffins |
I failed at French fries |
I'm a terrible cook. Which is why I don't cook. The muffins look pretty good so at least I can have breakfast before we drive to the hospital tomorrow morning. The fries were tolerable. The pretzels are meh. Sean keeps cracking jokes about how I'm going to love going into isolation because the hospital will probably have edible food. I was able to get off the couch a bit more today and not feeling as cruddy as I did yesterday.