i'm sick.
i'm sick, but it was bound to happen.
my sister's been sick for a full month (at least! poor girl.), my husband's been sick ever since he came back from the east coast weeks ago, and i've been fighting their germs off all this time since those are the two people i've seen most in recent weeks.
but i have to say, every time i get sick, i think "ok, this is life's way of telling me to slow down".. recently when i broke my arm, that meant a grinding halt but this time, i'm thinking: tea, books, movies, pjs...and much needed rest. taking time to take care of myself.
if you take away the coughing and the not being able to breathe part, it's kind of like a pathetic vacation.
and we all know i like vacations. and also that i probably need one.