This morning I woke up quite happy. Why? I didn't feel sick any more. No more flu, fever, or general malaise. And "Pushing Daisies" was coming on in approximately 14 hours. I was very happy.
I worked, because that is what I do for 8 hours a day.
I felt so good I ate a Guacamole Bacon Cheeseburger. I felt that good!
And then I visited several stores, cruising the Black Friday deals in advance.
I chose to blissfully ignore the slight sore throat I felt in the late afternoon.
I did more homework on Black Friday and figured out where I am going to have to camp out starting at 6 pm on Thursday if I want to save $400 off a computer I desperately need and want.
I cleaned.
I did the pre-cooking.
I watched TV.
I laughed as the kitten made war with a stray frozen cranberry and his reflection in the window.
And gave in and admitted I have a fever and sore throat and I can't stop sneezing and blowing my nose.
This is not how I wanted to spend Thanksgiving.
It's not only going to put a damper on all the good eats, but its really going to ruin the $400 campout.
And let's not forget the even more important choir concert on Saturday at the Tabernacle! I can't be sick for that!
And now my kitten has taken my keys and jumped on top of the kitchen cabinets. And that just can't end well.
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