Last night I felt off. This morning I thought I was okay but have grown steadily worse. Hello, flu.
Despite the wooziness I’ve been working all morning, and the day so far can be summed up as follows from my Facebook status updates, because I don’t have the energy to sum it up in new words:
Autumn is officially sick with the flu. Good grief, world, what are you trying to DO to me? Haven’t you seen my workload? 9:27am
Autumn just cancelled her cello lesson. She can has chicken noodle soup in bed now? 11:02am
Autumn is Oh, copyeditors, why have you left both “staffs” and “staves” as-is in the same paragraph? 11:47am
Autumn is wondering why her little mackeral tabby cat smells like fabric softener. 1:02pm
Autumn is 230/256, has one chapter left to proof, and is going to bed. Urg. 1:34pm
And this is me, off to bed. Or at least the chesterfield with the afghan and a cat. Be good, Internets.
Eep! Feel better soon!
I was gonna comment on the cat comment but I can’t stop laughing.
Please get well soon!!
xox
The… “ches-ter-field”?
You know you’re Canadian when…
Blade: I’d understand if I’d just brought up a load of laundry and she’d slept in the basket, but I haven’t brought laundry upstairs nor have I used fabric softener in a couple of months. Very suspicious, I say…
Hope you’re feeling better :/ I hate when colds knock me down like that.