Feed a fever...
Mike's got a fever, but I'm the one who's hungry. Poor boy, called me at 11 to say he was feeling like absolute crap. He was still feeling warm when I got home... but it sounded like the fever was quite high earlier. Urg, I feel bad that I wasn't here to take care of him. He was fine when I saw him last. Then W comes out of his room huffing. I really can't describe the noise he was making... by just breathing. And he complains that he feels exhausted but can't sleep. Faaabu-lous.
Oh, I think I should mention Mike has impeccable timing. He started a week of vacation time today... and he gets sick. Perrrfect.
Somethings wrong with my brain. He's on vacation and I feel like I'm the one who won't be working for a week. Heh, today is my day off. I traded away one day off this week so a coworker could take her dad to some appointments. Hopefully, I can make the one day count.
But for now... I should hit the shower. Or eat. Nothing exciting is happening online. And this chair doesn't feel comfy enough to want to watch some tv shows. Blah.
Oh, I think I should mention Mike has impeccable timing. He started a week of vacation time today... and he gets sick. Perrrfect.
Somethings wrong with my brain. He's on vacation and I feel like I'm the one who won't be working for a week. Heh, today is my day off. I traded away one day off this week so a coworker could take her dad to some appointments. Hopefully, I can make the one day count.
But for now... I should hit the shower. Or eat. Nothing exciting is happening online. And this chair doesn't feel comfy enough to want to watch some tv shows. Blah.