Last night about 10:00, I suddenly said, "I feel absolutely awful."
I've been to work and I've been to the grocery and I've come home and gulped down some Nyquil. At the grocery I saw one of my kids' Montessori teachers and the dad of one of their oldest (also from Montessori days) friends. Two people I have known almost my entire parenting life. It was a nice moment. But I had to wave them away because I am sneezing and achy and miserable.
I am now going to bed with my books and my magazines and my sick kitty and my exuberant dog. (IQ Test: Which one does NOT belong in this grouping? Not a thing I can do about it, though.)
Should I ever emerge, look for a new series on the trip the lovely daughter and I took to Prince Edward Island last summer. I never did get it all down before the AOL implosion, so I think I will now. Or soon. Water. Beaches. Birds. What else is there?