Of course, wouldn’t you know the week of our break I would get sick?!
It’s just a cold, but it’s making me really unhappy. I don’t want to be sick. I want to have fun. I want to do productive things around my house. I want to accomplish a lot of things, none of which coincide with coughing up my lungs or blowing my nose copiously (on a sidenote: do you know if it’s a good time to plant tomatoes? I’m directing this mainly to Abbey, our resident horticulturist). ALSO, I have to go to a hockey game tomorrow – my first- EVER hockey game. And how in the world can I go to a hockey game if I don’t have a voice for screaming? That’s an obvious prerequisite.
But anyway, NOW, I’ve got to come up with ways to diagnose myself and enact a very, very fast cure. I’m thinking perhaps a hot shower and some Chinese food. That sounds like an excellent cure, wouldn’t you say?