A sick day

I’m sick! Last week I had a cold which came and went fairly benignly. By Sunday, it said, “I’m leaving. You’re all better now,” and then it lurked furtively behind a bush for a day, giving me confidence that my usual awful autumn indisposition was going to be mild and short lived this year. I had been able to call in sick from work, guilt free, and then enjoy myself knitting. But Yuck! On Monday, it leapt out again with a vengeance! “Aha!’ it said! “I’ve got you now!” And it had. I am adroop, adrip, and ahack. I have taken a page from Margaret’s book, have found the sunniest place in the house, and have lain myself down in it. With the necessaries of life at my side. Too limp for even the exertion of knitting. Alternately sleeping and reading, interspersed with lots of coughing, is all I am up for. Margaret, annoyed that I had taken her spot, found that the sunniest place was still there, but she just needed to climb up a bit higher and use me for her pillow.