Sometimes you have the Envy Flu and sometimes you just have the flu. Or a nasty cold, as this case may be. I'm snuggled up in my robe with ginger tea and Vitamin C and Kleenex, alternately dozing and groaning and grading papers.
Annie just left for a week in L.A. with her brother, so it's just Bill and I. No place I have to be until tomorrow. The day stretches ahead... and though I feel terrible, it’s a known and cozy kind of terrible. The sky is gray -- perfect -- the dishwasher is humming along, the dogs are sacked out, the couch is comfortable, my head is fuzzy.
I'm kind of enjoying this.
See you tomorrow, I'm calling in sick to life.