And I was doing so well too. I’ve been magically avoiding any illness all winter and congratulating myself on remembering to wash my hands if I’ve been out and about. Phooey. I’ve become plague-ridden this morning and I think it was all my son The Ninja’s fault. He was obviously not as over his bug when he gave me a kiss on Monday. Darn zombies.
I was coughing a little when I went to bed last night and this morning it was accompanied by a sore throat. Hopefully it won’t add get much worse and will go away quickly. Sadly I have to miss my Spectrum Study Group today. I’m not risking sharing the Zombie Plague with anyone else. Back to my regularly scheduled hermit status. Sigh.
The upside of course is that I have an excuse to laze around all day in bed in my cuddly robe and hand-knit kneesocks knitting and reading with a cup of tea to hand. Not quite what I had in mind but sometimes there is no arguing with The Universe. Or zombies.