I feel lousy. No going to work for me today: I'm staying home in my corner of the couch in shlumpy clothes near a box of Kleenex and a large glass of water. My head is absolutely full of Yuckiness. The plan for the day includes large patches of napping interspersed with time-wasters online and catching up on a week's worth of local papers. Don't think I have a fever, just a head-cold and a tickly throat. And, honestly, I don't want to go to work: I'm discouraged just thinking about it, even though I know it's only going to get worse the longer I don't face it.
Amy, Lysol EVERYthing I touched!
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