Woke up Thursday morning thinking it would be the day I'd be raring to go, but no such luck. I nudged Chris, told him we weren't going home yet and promptly went back to sleep. Stayed that way until noon then managed to drag myself out of bed long enough to make an appearance. I felt like crap.

Roger took one look at me and full of doctorly advice, sent me right back to bed. I like that man - have I mentioned that before?

That time I slept until almost six. I was more than a little surprised, both that I'd slept so much and that Chris hadn't found an excuse to wake me up. But I guess he spent the afternoon catering to Bella's every whim and having some quality time with Carolyn.

He did make a remark at dinner, suggesting that my health was becoming an issue and Roger proved he was in my corner when he said in his experience stress can be the underlying reason for quite a few health problems.

Both Chris and I were pretty quiet after that. But Roger is right, the stress between Chris and I isn't doing anyone any good. We need to do something about that. And soon.