I guess I was wrong. I felt human Friday night, even kicked my family’s butt in a Scrabble game. And then I crashed. Hard. I slept all day and all night Saturday. I was up for a bit on Sunday morning, took a long, hard nap Sunday afternoon and finally felt semi-human. And really hungry. My lovely neighbor sent a giant bowl of potato soup over when I was “dozing” Saturday night. Ahhhh, what a great way to wake up Sunday morning. I showered and ate and ate and ate and then watched the first part of the 24 premiere. Jack’s back!
This morning I was up fairly early and feeling human. By the time we’d finished up Andy’s “official school” I was in dire need of a nap. I’m thinking the older you get the harder this kind of stupid stuff hits you. Andy and Ian have bounced back into the real world with no problem. I feel fine, but I’m sooooo tired. It’s an old thing, I’m sure of it.
Lucky for me, though, I got sick during “Armageddon Week” on one of the history channels. When I am sick, I usually sleep on the couch. I can toss and turn and change blankets and what not without making poor Mike insane. I usually keep the tv on a boring show, the low volume noise generally puts me right to sleep. But, damn! Armageddon Week! 12/21/2012 – who knew? I sure didn’t, but I do now. If my tv has been telling me the truth (and, it’s a tv, it can’t lie) it’s all going to end on that day.
The problem is, no one will tell us HOW it’s going to end? Should we just give up? Should we be planting gardens and propagating plants that grow in the dark? Should we duct tape ourselves into our houses and hope the germs don’t get us? It’s a mess! I had all sorts of grand plans when I had a fever. Now, I’m thinking we’ll just stick to our foil hats and live our lives.