No, really. I’m sick and I’m tired. I have a bad head cold. I wish I could cut my head off. I thought I was succeeding at fighting it off, but apparently not. Here I sit. Hard to think. My head feels like it’s in a fog.
I’ve got my hot tea, lemon drops, vitamin c, echinacea, tissues and some chicken soup brewing on the stove. I’m hoping tomorrow my throat won’t be as hot and scratchy, my head won’t be as foggy and I won’t be as tired. Maybe I’ll get some chores done and take care of some business.