I absolutely loathe not feeling well.
I don’t know whether to “blame” the coworker who came back from his Christmas visit home hacking and wheezing all over the damned place — although I’ve read that for a lot of upper-respiratory crap, the contagious period is before symptoms manifest. This is just a cold, so I think that applies, but it so, I could have picked this up from the air on the bus just as easily.
Anyway. Bleh. Not a happy camper. Which makes me grateful I didn’t have anything on my agenda for today so I could just sleep and read and try to shake this.
Glad I’m not driving tomorrow. Assuming I’m still sneezing when I wake up, I hope my friends will still open the door if I promise not to breathe on them… On the other hand, this has felt pretty fast-moving, so I’m in hopes that I’ll be fine by the time I wake up.
That will be a good thing. Gonna concentrate on that. And sleep sitting up.