I am sick.

My son is a consumate sharer when he’s ill. And, lo and behold, he was off school for four days right before Thanksgiving with a hacking, nasty cough, intestinal problems and the whole bit.

Bless his heart, he shared it with both his dad and myself. His dad has been sick since last Friday. Me? I got it just in time to ruin my weekend, and keep me at home for three days this week. Excellent. Just when work couldn’t get any worse.

I think I’ll do my usual thing and try to schlep into work for a little while this morning. At least then I feel like I accomplished something, besides whining and moaning and sleeping my days away.

Thanks, little kid!

Coughing my lungs up,
michelle