I’m still sick, sore, chilled, and slightly delerious.
I don’t remember how I got downstairs. My sister found me, on the love seat, curled in the fetal position, with my coat wrapped around me, and my hat forming a perfectly sealed, warm, dark, cocoon.
Good news…my new phone will be here in about an hour…so you can all call me and tell me not to die.
That might be overdramatic…but not in that pessimistic, whiney way…but that cutesy, stop-it-guys-it-hurts-when-I-laugh, kind of way.
I’m going to see if I can follow a plot to a movie…