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I’m waiting for the tea timer to go so I can have the first cup of the day. Must have tea, regardless of what else has gone wrong. What’s gone wrong? I have the flu. Jon’s apologized for giving it to me, but it wasn’t like he did it on purpose. Real influenza is very contagious, and it’s airborne contagious, not just touch contact. Hard not to catch if someones got a cough and you’re sharing a bed with them. Yeah, and I guess we should have stopped that whole kissing thing, but, well, I just couldn’t help myself. So, I have the flu.
I have my first cup of tea of the day steaming in front of me. Everything is a little better with that. I have friends who joke that I must have been British in a past life because I think everything can be made just a little more right with hot tea. I would say some stuff about reincarnation and how my path of faith believes in it, and my theories on it, but I’m running a fever. One of my rules is never to discuss religion when running a fever. It’s too hard to tell if you’re making sense of a topic that’s already difficult to explain at the best of times.
But I have my tea, and I’m going to sip it, and do this blog, and hope to feel better. I probably should wake Jon up, and have him come down so he can help me with the dogs and everything so I can get to my desk and do my pages on Merry. Hey, I took yesterday off. My schedule doesn’t really include cushion time this year.
If I get over to my office and can’t think, let alone write on the book, I’ll stop, and I’ll go back to laying around and feeling pitiful. But I’ve done work in the past running fevers this high and higher. I think I’ve described my work ethic as puritanical, not really joking about that. But I think I am going to have to call, uncle, on trying to bull my way through this morning on my own. I thought I could do it, now I’m thinking that having help would be nice. Time to call in the troops.
Jon is better than I am, so I can call for help. One of the interesting things while Jon was so sick for this week was doing everything more alone. Jon’s Mom and Dad helped a lot, but I was still cooking dinner, doing the kid thing, and taking care of Jon, as well as getting my pages done each day. It reminded me how truly difficult it is not to have that partnership so you can divide and conquer. I was raised in a single parent household, and this week has reminded me how difficult that is, so my hat is off to all of you who do the single parenting thing for real.