Yesterday I accidentally overdosed on Mucinex DM. Given the diversity of drugs in my medicine cabinet, it could have been much worse. Still, who knew that cold medicine was that potent? I spent the entirety of the day in bed with my eyes closed listening to music. (I couldn’t watch or read because my eyes couldn’t focus.) Sandy took on the day with the boys – shopping, walking the dogs, clarinet practice and soccer both all by lunch. I, on the other hand, completely obliterated any last minute time I had to work on my writing class assignment and was barely able to send an email to the class submitting an old post for my workshop instead. Most fustrating of all, my brain roamed lazily through a multitude of writing topic possibilities, none of which I was able to capture. Of course, they could have been complete bunk, but how am I to know? Even now, almost 36 hours later my eyes aren’t tracking right.