This is me this week.
It was bound to happen. Since the holidays my co-workers have been hacking, sneezing, sniffling–and I have resisted. Even the first time the hubs brought something home from his work, I persevered.
Office environments are almost as big a germ factory as daycares, however, and the cold thing keeps making a circuit and I keep avoiding.
This weekend, something slammed the hubs. Nothing worse than a man who doesn’t feel well. Ohhhh the moaning. The agony. Woe is me!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I managed to dodge the bug until… “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey. Here’s a bucket for your head. Don’t forget this giant wad of Kleenex to plug up your nostril that’s running like an open tap.”
I spend the majority of my workday staring at computer screens. Not the easiest task when one’s head feels on the verge of exploding. Needless to say, my ability to function in any productive manner once home and done with All The Things That Need Doing waned greatly this week. (By ‘waned’ I mean Kathi-wrapped-in-a-quilt-on-the-futon-dead-to-the-world.) Which, in turn, means nothing I intended to get done got done and I am now behind all my self-imposed deadlines.
I did, however, somehow manage to finish my first short story of the year. Woot-woot!! It’s going to Beta readers this weekend and then (unless they deem it total tripe) will get a final polish and off to submission to an anthology while I work on the next one on my list.
Hopefully I manage to kick this bucket (but not THE bucket, of course) quickly and get back on track. In the meantime, I’m the one with the attractive wad of Kleenex shoved up her schnoz. (This is one of those times when outdoor temps cold enough to freeze snot would be a real blessing.)
Have a great rest of your week!