After we got home, Hubby took an at home covid test and it showed negative. We'll go with that for now. Regardless, he's in bed sleeping at 1 pm and wouldn't eat more than a yogurt for lunch, and in bed. I had reheated a frozen taco soup and made freshly fried tortillas for the two of us. My own nerves led me to eat all of the latter.

Hopefully Hubby will recover in a day or two. I asked him if he is psychologically up for the big trip. He said yes. I suppose I am, and yet I feel slightly numb. Last night, I had a talk about Hubby, and myself, with my husband's nephew. Hubby was already in bed at that time. I feel I may have said too much and too personal of things, but what's said is said. Perhaps I needed to get it out to someone other than my therapist. However, that nephew has a history of gossiping/talking behind backs, sometimes in critical ways. Oh well! I'll have to just trust that he cares enough to treat my opening up with respect. If not, it's my mistake. I think a trigger voiced by another nephew (brother of one I mentioned) is what made me open up so much. I needed a release.