Then I started getting chills and feeling kind of crappy. Not crappy enough to lounge around and drink large cups of hot tea, but crappy enough to watch The Parent Trap (Lindsay Lohan, not Patty Duke) on TV. By myself. With no kids even making me watch it. So, crappy enough.
Yesterday and today I couldn't really get off the sofa. I lay reading magazines and watching endless PBS shows on war. I happen to like shows on war, mostly because I think our education about war is seriously lacking. Or at least mine was, considering that my history book ended with WW2 when I was in high school. Anyhow, I spent most of the day Sunday in a reclining position, only getting up to drive kids hither and yon.
Today, I didn't get up at all. I slept the entire day away. All of it. I woke up, looked around the room, turned over and went back to sleep. Consequently I am disgustingly filthy, my hair is a huge rats nest atop my head, and, worst of all, I have my very first cold sore. I've never had one ever, but man, they hurt! It's right in the corner of my mouth and every time I yawn I feel like I'm getting stabbed in the lips. Ouch.
Now, I wouldn't have shared this but it's Nablopomo, and there is absolutely nothing else in my head at this moment except my desire to sleep for another 40 or so hours.
In other words, this is all you get. Sorry. Stumble It! JBlog Me