Z's been sick for about the past 4-5 days, as well as a couple guys at work. Everyone said it was coming, everyone warned me- "C, you're gonna get it!" & "No immune system can fight it off too long". Well, last night I was out painting furniture in the garage. I came in and was so sore from multiple nights of sanding and painting that I laid down on the couch and fell asleep. When I woke up 1/2 hr. later, I knew I was going down. My head was pounding and my nose was quite stuffed. Z gave me some of that poison they call cold medicine. I went to bed, got up this morning and went to work anyway.
I didn't last long there either. They pretty much forced me to go home because they're all so scared of getting this darn thing going around. So I came back home, laid down at 9, and didn't wake up til noon. The rest of the day? I've got some invoicing to do from home, but do you think I've been productive at all?? no. Blaah. More interesting posts later, I promise.
16 hours ago