Hey, at least I get another day off...

Sometime between Friday night and now, whatever bug bit my husband glommed onto me and now I feel like crap. 

Pretty sure this is the bug.

I should have been suspicious yesterday when, although I'd slept about 10 hours (not consecutive ones) the night before, I still felt really tired and had a little headache. I made the decision that I probably needed a nap and slept for over two hours.

When I woke up, I still had a headache, but not as bad. I ate a small dinner and went back to bed about midnight.  

Again didn't get consecutive long hours of sleep, (I'm 65 years old and must visit the bathroom at least twice a night) but I still slept about 10 hours total.

In that way that old married couples have, there are some inside jokes about the middle of the night pee parade. Sometimes he gets up and goes and when he gets back in bed it wakes me up and I get up and go, sometimes the other way 'round. 

We make jokes about it, calling each other copycat. When Eric gets back in bed and is adjusting blankets and getting comfortable, I accuse him of 'thrashing around' and make vague threats about what I am going to do about it.

We make jokes about his 'prostrate'. Yeah, I know that's incorrect, but the incorrect usage of the word made it into the old married people lexicon back in 2006 because of one of my Goodwill stories. 

I saw two older ladies shopping at Goodwill. 
They were companionably pushing their carts side by side in an aisle that was really too small for that, as evidenced by the things that fell off the shelves as they passed. They took turns picking up things behind them, but after a large wooden shelf fell to the floor, the first lady bent down to pick it up, even though it was lady #2 who knocked it over.
"Thanks," Lady #2 said to #1. "I can't get up and down so good these days, I seem to wet a bit. I think my prostrate is acting up."

So I realized about two hours ago that the reason I still have a headache and feel crappy is that I'm sick.

I'll be going back to bed in about 15 minutes. 
That's long enough for my electric blanket to heat my side of the bed before I crawl in.

Since tomorrow is a federal holiday, our school and company are closed. Hopefully I can take it easy and make it back to work on Tuesday.

William was out on Wednesday and Thursday with the same kind of bug, too. I may have picked it up at my school, but I'm guessing it was from living in the same house with the man. Not giving each other hugs isn't a possibility. We *have* kept our lips apart, but you know, he's been coughing and coughing.  Yippee.

I'm hoping that I feel well enough to do some work prep. 
I have paid prep hours every weekday, although I really don't pay attention to how much extra time I put in. I work on weekends, I work at night, I work on holidays. Since my work is play, it's really hard for me to find a way to complain about it.

My goal is to have some 'sub bags' prepared. Everything needed for craft projects in a big ziplock bag. I have a few planned, but haven't made them yet.

This means I have to feel a lot better by Tuesday, because I want to be at work.

::sniffle:::