Looked like more of the usual

at home. But, not too bad yet.... We'll see.

By the time I got home, M had at least a large glass of wine under her belt. By 8:30ish, she'd opened the next bottle.

One crabby comment. Otherwise, nondescript conversation (lots of her yammering about nothing).

Of course, I am concerned about induced dysphoria.

Me, I'm feeling physically lousy -- gut trouble. Some virus. Some anxiety, no doubt.

Yuck.