For about a week now, I've been considering getting sick. My son is sick. My husband is sick -- I can't imagine why. It looks like fun.
Some days I thought about giving in, and other days I decided I was too busy to be sick just now.
This morning, however, I woke up and made a decision: I am sick.
Send tea and toast and Tylenol and tissues if you like.
I'll let you know when I decide to feel better.