I am sick as a dog. Many thanks to the husband for spreading his flu germs around. Thankfully, I don’t have the flu; instead, I’ve got the head cold from hell that’s threatening to split my head wide open.
I’ve also had to work open to close the last two days. By 9:30 this morning, I was face down on my keyboard, trying to catch quick cat naps in between the times the phone would ring.
Guh. I feel AWFUL. My brain has slammed against the front of my skull so many times from sneezing that I’ve got a pounding headache to go along with everything else. My nose is running faster than a Machu Picchu travel bus winging its way down the side of a mountain. I’ve gone through more tissues than I can count. Even the cats are looking at me funny. Every time I sneeze, one of them jumps.
I think Beaner might try to kill me in my sleep if I disturb another one of her naps with my explosive sneezing fits.
Tonight I’m going to overdose on cold medicine, take some sleeping pills, and pray that I can get a full night’s sleep. I’m surprised I made it through the week in one piece, honestly.
But first, it’s time for dinner.
