Down for the count

Greg snapped this picture while I was dozing this afternoon.  Buddy is my constant protector.

It started at 1 am.  You know, the gross stuff.  Vomit, sickness, etc. (Don't you LOVE hearing about other people's puke?)  The cycle went like this: fall asleep for an hour, wake up, puke, and then fall back asleep to start the process all over again.  At 5 am I sent in sub plans and officially decided there would be no school for me today.

I kept thinking I would start to feel better as the day progressed.  I didn't.  The puke stopped (THANKFULLY) at 11 am, but my body just wouldn't get better.  My tummy aches, my head is pounding, and I can't drag myself off the couch without feeling like I'm going to pass out.

And just like that, all plans for the day were cancelled.  There was no carpool with Sofia, no end of the book discussion for Gatsby, no gym, no visiting teaching, no big guest post, no dinner with friends.  In a way, though, it is somewhat comforting to know that everything you think you HAVE to do, you don't.  You don't have to do any of it.  The day just keeps on keeping on whether or not you decide to participate in it.

Before I officially pass out from looking at a computer screen too long (Well, somebody around here has to be dramatic!) I will say that feeling so crappy for a day sure does make me grateful for my health.  Grateful to be able to run around, to get up early every day, to feel energy all day long.  Half the time I complain about everything I have to do, but the fact is I love all those "to-dos" and am so grateful for my body and energy that allows me "to-do."

And I'm done.