We'll see how it goes. I have a feeling that yesterday's place mark post is about to have a litter of puppies. (Or placies? Or markers? Markies? Or maybe they have a hive of place marks? A tribe? A murder?)
My own fault. This is me:
A couple of days before Christmas: I think I'm coming down with something.
Christmas Eve: I refuse to be sick.
Christmas Day: I am not coming down with anything. I am not sick. I'll rest tomorrow.
Boxing Day: Okay. So I am definitely feeling not well but I can get out of bed more than once for company can't I?
Monday: I am not sick. But I'll stay in bed.
Tuesday: I don't care how I feel. I'm not sick, dammit.
Thursday: Let me get out of bed because I want to at least say hello. Sleeeeeeeep.
New Year's Eve: What? I'm feeling better? No way! Let me stay up past midnight with my husband.
New Year's Day: Still feeling not sick? Woohoo. Invite everyone over to play board games! And stay up until midnight.
Sunday: Tired. I'm just tired. Seriously. But Very Important Conference Call means I must not sleep.
Monday: I have work to do. I'm sick. No I'm not. Company is coming over.
Tuesday: Wake up. Swallow. Ouch! Shit!
Is it any wonder Rob gets lovingly annoyed and says I push myself? That I push myself too much?
I am going to have some tea and then I am going to do some yoga. I doubt either of things will help but they can't hurt. Thankfully, I don't think I have any socializing scheduled for at least the rest of this week. Maybe I can finally kick this . . . whatever it is . . . out of my system.