Last weekend must have been more excitement than I could handle. I worked my two early shifts on Monday and Tuesday, only to come home from work Tuesday tired and with a cough.
I crawled into bed when I got home, and never got up until some time Wednesday morning. I've got a doozy of a cold going.
Jan came down for a while Wednesday, but as soon as she left, I went back to bed. Handsome got some meds for me which are helping, but I'm mostly staying upstairs, away from polite society. I don't want him to get sick.
So unfortunately, I have nothing exciting or even mildly interesting to share today. I still feel like garbage. I haven't been sick in a long time, so I forgot how much I dislike it. Hoping tomorrow's better.
