I am presently sitting up in bed, covered with approximately seventeen blankets (and still freezing), surrounded by Kleenex, and feeling like death warmed over. Lilly's looking over at me with pity, and I'm cursing my clearly deficient immune system.
I don't know exactly what it is that I have. The Teledoc doctor seemed to think it was just a cold, but the body aches and chills sort of make me not believe him. Hopefully whatever it is will disappear by Friday, because Micah and I are supposed to be headed to Vegas. If you know us in real life, you probably recognize what a funny thing it is that we're headed to Sin City, given that we don't really drink, gamble, party, or stay up late. But I put it on my 30 Before 30 list, so by golly, we're going! I'm sure we'll manage to find a way to have a little fun. :)
For now, I'm just hanging out and practicing the power of positive thinking. And feeling thankful that I work at a place where I can work from home on days like these.
I'll check in soon, loves. Stay well and warm and snuggly! And think of me as you breathe through your nose without any trouble. I'll just be over here dreaming of a day when I don't sound like a pug when I breathe. Sweet dreams...