|The Writer, formerly known as Well.|
Whatever my middle son decided to pick up as this seasons illness has finally hit me. I had high hopes that when everyone had it but me and my oldest son, I was going to be safe. Alas, no such luck. I went to sleep last night with a tickle in my throat, and woke up this morning coughing, sore everywhere, and with far lower energy.
All this on the first Monday after the evil, vile, terrible, icky, smelly Daylight Stupid Time has finally ended.
I can barely work up a meaningful huzzah.
See? I can’t even get up to exclamation point level, and this is an internet blog.
Have a great day. I’m thinking I may head home.