What a yucky weekend.
It wasn't the weather, that was beautiful. Not that I felt any of it.
I was sick.
Icky, yucky, phlemy, fever sick.
I laid on my couch for 48 hours. I think the worst is over. No fever in 12 hours. So that's a good thing.
I might have been able to go to work today, but I didn't, just to be sure it's past me. I would hate to give it to someone else. The dag-gum children gave it to me...
School hasn't been in a month yet and I have had 2 boughts of impetigo and this yuck. What a way to start the year.
My boss from my part-time job called me. How did he know I was home? Dunno, one of the mysteries in life I suppose. He wants me to come to work. NOW. Maybe I will. I am feeling better. But then there is the couch over there...
love me later~tj
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