The play therapist arrived later, and they make cupcakes. It's entirely possible I paid her the wrong amount purely because my brain is still broken from being sick. Hopefully this will get better soon.
ETA: I texted R. and asked him to stop at ginger court to get take out. I was hoping hot and sour soup would help.
ETAYA: Almost forgot. Despite the problematic voice/coughing, I did have a lovely phone conversation with J. It was nice to compare notes on Butcher's Dresden books (or at least the first one). I don't think we ever had, and J.'s memory is so phenomenal and he is so perspicacious it is _such_ a pleasure to talk books with him.