I'm sorry, person at my door.

I dropped Little Z off at a friend's today so that I could lay on the couch for awhile and try to get better. I was just settling on the couch when the doorbell rang. The top half of our door is a window. I opened the curtain and saw that it was someone I didn't know, a woman with a clip board.

I shut the curtain and went back to the couch. She kept knocking for a spell, then finally went away. Considering the nature of that window, it was pretty near impossible that she didn't see me open the curtain, although we did not make eye contact.

I just couldn't handle it. I needed to rest. I'm sorry, person at my door. I just couldn't handle it. I just couldn't handle it!