It started the night of Halloween. “I don’t feel good,” said Little Miss R.
When questioned about this statement, she clarified: she felt good enough to go trick-or-treating, of course. She just didn’t feel good enough for anything else we might want her to do, like take a shower. (She got to do the first, but she also had to do the second.)
For that matter, I didn’t feel too whippy myself. Just allergies, I thought, since we are having the longest summer evvvveeeerrrrrr and the ragweed is happy about it. But when she and I both woke up the next day with a fever, it was clear: we were sick.
When you call in your sick child on the day after Halloween, you get Peak Skepticism from the school office. It nagged at me all day, overachiever that I am. (“She really is sick! I swear! Cough cough cough me too!”)
When you’re sick on the first day of the month, you get…behind. I was supposed to pay lots of bills and open a new website contest and run a Facebook giveaway and turn in lots of documents to my publisher and, oh yeah, write this post. As of this writing, I am but partway through the list. However, Little Miss R is going back to school tomorrow—thus, no doubt, increasing the Was She Really Sick Skepticism of the office staff—and I’ll play catch up.
And Mr. R just got home with shrimp pho for me, so I think I’ll be feeling better soon too.
Tell me about your favorite way to feel better when you’re sick! To one random commenter, I’ll send a print copy of my historical romance Season for Surrender, which begins when the hero has a cold. International comments welcome. Winner announced on Sunday.