This was me yesterday:
No, not fuzzy and cute, though I like to think I ain’t terribly bad-looking. I’m talking about the sloth’s claim to fame: being lazy. Slow. Barely moving. I am rather fond of the dictionary definition of sloth: “disinclination to exertion”. Sums it up pretty well to me.
The only reason I even changed into normal clothes yesterday was because I had to run to the store. Otherwise, much of my day was curled up under a blanket on the couch, coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose, and occasionally rising from the dead just long enough to pop some medicine.
Oddly, I actually enjoyed the day, except the annoying sick part. My husband stayed with me, we ordered take-out for lunch so we didn’t have to join civilization for any reason, and we joked around and just talked and binge-watched some TV. We didn’t get a single thing done we had planned on doing, but that’s all right. I liked doing just what we were doing.
Luckily this ebola-like disease didn’t seize me by the throat until Sunday morning. I felt it coming on, felt the tickle in my throat, the flush in my cheeks, that lightheaded feeling that says “Oh yay, something icky is taking over my body. Thanks, useless immune system. You’re fired.”
Saturday night, I was still able to pass for mostly human, so we went to my stepdaughter’s Christmas musical, armed with a few cough drops and tissues, just in case. I couldn’t help but notice that Psycho was sitting by herself. And by herself, I don’t mean a few empty seats around her. I’m talking the entire row all to herself, like the parting of the sea around a noxious substance. I would feel sorry for her, but hey, she brings it on herself with that dazzling personality and just-sucked-a-lemon facial expression of hers.
My stepdaughter’s Christmas musical was cute. She had a speaking part and did really well. We got a few pictures after the show while my stepdaughter chatted non-stop about how the shoes hurt her feet, how she hates pantyhose (amen), how hard it was to get her hair into a bun, etc. She is rarely, if ever, at a loss for topics to discuss at length.
Today I’m at work but doubting if this was a terribly good idea. The office is so quiet, every time I start coughing, it echoes like gun shots. I have a lot to get done, though, so guess I’ll tough it out for now.
I had signed up for a fitness class after work, but since simply inhaling is a struggle right now, I went ahead and cancelled. I should be able to do a light workout at home instead. Most likely, it will be along these lines (keeping with today’s sloth theme):
Sweat & Sparkle 