Today is...what, Thursday? Yes. Thursday.
Ironically, I took this picture last week, on the way in to work. We drove over the big hill and down into the valley between Jump off Joe and Plymouth, and were greeted by a wall of fog.
Its the perfect metaphor for how I've been feeling.
I have been sick since Saturday. Sick in that sinus-crushing, chest-gurgling, ears-plugged can't-think sort of way that makes one want to stay in bed for the rest of ones' presumably short life. I managed to make it to work one day this week so far and God willing I'll make it for the last working day of the year.
I haven't blogged but once, which in retrospect I probably shouldn't have posted because it makes about as much sense Schrödinger's Box making a guest appearance in Gone with the Wind, and for which I heartily apologize, but I'll simply say in my defense, "It was the cold medicine speaking."
I think I'm starting to feel a little more human, although as luck would have it, the wee man got up from his half eaten dinner last night and ran into the bathroom to throw up. I'm guessing things around here are going to be off the wheels for a good while yet. Sadly, I'm used to that.