And then, when I woke up this morning, I spent about 15 minutes coughing. Including a post-dinner nap on the couch while the Red Sox were getting pummeled, I probably slept 11 hours. And, I'm still not back.
I'm not going to risk prolonging the illness by getting back to the gym too soon.
So, I'll just take it day by day. At least I feel good enough to work in a vertical position, rather than lying in bed with my laptop.
My son is home sick from school today. My daughter isn't 100% either, but she's at school.
My daughter turns 13 this coming Saturday. Both my children will be teenagers. I will turn 50 in January. Where does the time go?