I was sick today, which pretty much killed my plans to DO ALL THE THINGS. Middle Child is FIRED for bringing this into the house. Now accepting applications for the position of emo middle child!
In a way I'm almost glad I was getting deathly ill, because all last night I had the most intricate, baroque, fucked up nightmares...like the kind where you can't move or tell if you're actually awake afterward, or whether you actually managed to make a sound or not (Hotter reports that I was talking in my sleep, so I guess I did). Fevers are weird. Anyway, I've had issues with those kinds of bad dreams being a regular occurence for long periods at various points in my life, and so it was kind of a relief to be able to say "aha, the fever was just baking weird things out of my brain" as opposed to worrying that the nightmares were coming back to stay a spell.
Hotter took good care of me, bringing me Zofran and ramen and riding herd on the children so I could rest. I was very grateful to have him, because if I'd been on my own today would have been very, very ugly. So in a way maybe this was at least partly a good thing, my being felled by the Middly-virus, in that it reminded me how lucky I actually am?
Tomorrow if I am capable of being away from my own bathroom I need to go into work, even if I'm not feeling 100%, because it's my boss's first day back after being out of the office for an extended period and I have another Big Meeting. I'm sure it'll go fine; after the absolute success of the last one I'm not worried, I just hope I'm not distractingly ill.
How are all of YOU?
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