I've had a cold for the last few days. It came on very very slowly. I called in sick on Wednesday, but went in on Thursday and Friday though I felt worse. Now the dratted thing has sucked the life out of my weekend. I haven't left the house today, and don't plan to. I seriously doubt that I am miraculously going to feel well enough tomorrow morning to go to work. I have a few work-related things that I really want to accomplish tomorrow, which I can probably do from here. But mostly, I think I'll be doing a lot of resting.
That said, it is supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. We're due for about eight inches I think. Since I live over thirty miles away from my office, when I call in sick tomorrow, everyone is going to assume it's because of the snow. I am a noted 'snow wuss'. Tough cookies. I really am miserably ill.
Hubby is out of town for the weekend. He's supposed to be flying into Boston tomorrow afternoon. Won't that be fun ... not.
Everyone take your vitamins and drive safely!