I've been fighting a cold all week. Called in sick on Tuesday. Was feeling better on Wednesday, but was dead again on Friday. Today, I missed my usual appointment at the gym, woke up late, felt pretty good, did some errands, ate a bit, drank some mint tea, then suddenly was smacked with a sledgehammer of tired and stumbled home to fall into bed. Feeling all right now, though.
I keep meaning to write on more meaningful topics here and keep failing to make time.
At least the week wasn't a total waste. I'm getting stuff done at work, knocking stuff off my to-do list, and it was great hanging out with Ames again on Thursday, although I hope she didn't catch anything from me.
I keep meaning to write on more meaningful topics here and keep failing to make time.
At least the week wasn't a total waste. I'm getting stuff done at work, knocking stuff off my to-do list, and it was great hanging out with Ames again on Thursday, although I hope she didn't catch anything from me.