I'm on my death bed
Ok, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.
I am, however lying on my back, on my couch. I’m blogging from my iPhone as I don’t think I’d have it in me to sit up long enough to write anything that would make sense.
I’ve cancelled my own appearance at Scouts tonight and found a mom to take my place. I’ve called out of work for tonight, hoping that just “one more full night” of sleep will work miracles.
My agenda for today include clearing out my Netflix instant queue, snuggling with kitties and knitting an inch or two more of my blanket.
I have a cold. I probably picked it up somewhere between a kid birthday party last weekend and getting overheated under my layers upon layers of blankets.
I am truly dying. I’m convinced.
Being stressed over scouts, party planning and then having company I’m sure didn’t help.
I ache all over.
Making that four mile hike to Cedar Falls at Petit Jean on Sunday morning I’m sure is making every bit of soreness I have that much worse. I’m sure of it.
Someone take care of me?
George and I are both sick. Yesterday Kathryn was so worn out from the hike and he and I were so exhausted from being sick (and the hike), that we chose to keep her home.
That was a mistake.
Kathryn is at school as her happy healthy self and I’m finally resting. I got 9 hours of sleep last night. I never heard the rain come through. I was in a medicated coma.
I’m about to do it again. Good night.