My Tuesday

I suppose I should back-track two days.  Sunday night I ended up with a smallish fever...which was kind of win-win as the humidity was on the rise, but yours truly was externally freezing cold but internally hot!!!  Fevers aren't my fave.  I have not had a fever of this same magnitude in the last 9 years so my pep talk was "Suck it up, buttercup!"

Yesterday I felt ok.  Not good.  Not bad.

This morning I felt off but thought the coffee would rejuvenate me.  It did not.  Seventy-one minutes after punching in, I punched out and drove straight home where I donned my jammies and fell into a sweet slumber.. .all of 2.5 hours.

Near 'noon, I watched "You've Got Mail" as it's the perfect sick day chick flick.

I managed to doze between scenes missing my favorite scene where George says he needs some eucalyptus candles because they make his apartment smell MOS-SEE.

After the boy won the girl's affection and the credits rolled, I crawled back to bed for another sleep.  3 hours this time!!!

By the time I woke-up for the second time, I was pretty hungry but didn't want to cook.  Bleh...so I did what any sensible girl would do.  I put on my sundress and sandals and ran to Chipotle.  Mmmmmm ...

After consuming half of my burrito bowl and talking to my mom, I felt a bit better.  I watched a Hallmark movie from the library.  Who would've thunk that the library had Hallmark movies?  They do. 

And now...here it is....nearly time for slumber once again.  I hope I wake-up feeling refreshed and well enough to head to work tomorrow...afterall, who is going to help the crazies???