Waste of a day...

I had the worst stomach / reflux attack I'd had in at least a year, maybe more, last night, probably due to too much of Domenica's cake. Then as I tried to get to sleep Vicky decided it was time to get up and run around upstairs, turning on lights, at 3:30am. I ended up too much of a zombie to do much of anything, which means I got nothing written today. :( At least I'd been marinating the ham since yesterday so I could just shove it in the oven to cook rather than have to do fancy prep work.