I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up...

Just when I thought that because the two days of nasal congestion had dissipated, I was officially on the mend, I was blindsided by some sort of viral nasty. Flu/cold/Ebola...I'm not sure, but it's ugly and it has my name all over it.

Since yesterday I've been barely able to drag myself from school to home and back...knitting is right out of the question...those needles are so heavy and it takes so much effort to focus on those stitches!

In the interest of conserving my strength for important activities, like taking Miss Elle to the dentist for a couple extractions tomorrow...I allowed the pizza place down the street to cater our evening meal. I'm probably not encouraging my kids to be compassionate human beings because equating maternal illness with pizza for dinner instead of broccoli has the effect of pairing my suffering with their delight. Ok, maybe I'm overanalyzing this.

I'm off to lie down again...see you