Like it isn’t bad enough yet. I took a day and a half off of work to go to San Francisco. I have things due for the district, and I’m not done with things for the school. New lady at work is taking a four-month medical leave, and we’re supposed to have construction AND my office moving this month.
And now I’m sick. I should say AGAIN I’m sick, or STILL I’m sick…
*sigh*
I came home from work and we had company. I said hi, buzzed past to put my things in my room, yielded to the temptation to lie down for just a minute–and woke up over two hours later. Ate dinner and went back to bed.
I feel like crud.