The good news is that I have two refrigerators full of leftover soup. The bad news is that it isnít chicken soup, which is probably what I really need right now.
Whatever it is that knocked me down today, it didnít keep me down. It just slowed me down. I took preventative measures, but they were ineffective. I went to bed early last night (10:30 pm! me!) with a dose of flu medicine. Not only did I not get to sleep for two hours, but it also weighed on me all morning. It was like walking through glue.
It made me cranky, too, whatever this was. I ran into a few snags with the bills I was paying, and I got so furious with the whole situation that when the Boss phoned and I answered, he said, ďOh, you sound better.Ē
ďNo, Iím just pissed off,Ē I told him.
And I also told him that part of it was his fault, for miscoding last monthís credit card bill. The rest was my fault for not double checking his work. It took me a good hour and a half to straighten it out.
Iím not sick, though. I keep telling myself (and everybody else) that. I just feel lousy. Thatís not the same thing, is it?