I am not, it turns out, invincible.
I'm sick. I'm one of those people who (claims to) NEVER GET SICK. I might have a scratchy throat or a runny nose every so often, but seldom do I develop a "real" sickness.
Today I decided to just admit that I have a bug. The primary symptom (which is, incidently, the most annoying one) is that I'm so tired. I don't want to do anything. That, coupled with the fact that I've been in an emotional funk lately, is leading to a whole lot more nothin' going on around here.
There is laundry up the whazoo (is that a word?) dishes to match and several real live writing projects to be conquered. There are also a ton of "household projects" vying for my attention (the kind that make me want to pull out my fingernails by the roots rather than even think about them.)
At least I have a companion in my malaise: my dear Lukie. I wish I could say he was better, but instead he's getting worse. I took him to Urgent Care yesterday when our regular doc couldn't take him. The poor little guy had a temp of 104.7. That's saying something - the fact that I took his temp. I'm one of those "hand on the forehead" moms. Anyway, looks like he has bronchitis at the least, pneumonia at the worst. Prayers are appreciated.
But I'm here! Yay for me! Sucking it up, punching myself in the gut, all that good stuff. My goal today is to try not to each too many Cheez Its, and to only watch the really interesting shows on TLC.
And to write on my blog. Wow! Now look who's showing off!