Gots me some time off. Of course, as happens at least once a year, I have been touched by the cold of death on my long weekend. I spent all day in bed, which I hate. On a regular day, I have too much to do to spend the day in bed. This is totally unacceptaqble for a four day weekend. I’m at 45%, so I wrote a few pages as pennance.
I’m just amazed by the fact that my body can produce so much snot. Just…so much. My nose is ashy, my head feels like a balloon, and my children have taken this time to lose their everloving minds. I don’t know why. I mean, they know I’m going to remember and act a fool. Why must they test me?
What I hate the most about colds is the fact that I can’t enjoy a good PB&J con leche. Wack sauce!