I knew this was coming. All week long I'd been around one sick person after another, both at work and at home. My husband has a full-blown Man Cold and there's obviously no way to avoid him completely.
On Saturday, I not only took a three-hour nap in the afternoon, but I cut my evening plans short, was asleep by 10:30 p.m. and slept until 8:30 a.m. Forty-some years of life have taught me that that level of sleep need is always a sign that I'm fighting something off.
As soon as I woke up this morning, I knew the cold had finally gotten me. One sinus is radiating pain in every direction so that I have a both a headache behind my eye and a toothache on that side.
Fortunately, my husband and I weren't planning on doing anything for Valentine's Day until tomorrow night anyway. Unfortunately, it's because I have band practice. Singing like this is going to be a real treat.
How's your Valentine's Day so far? Better than mine, I hope.