I feel like crud. I’m sick, which is actually a good thing. With school starting in only 4 more days, I’d rather be sick now. But to make things worse, John is hungover. There is nothing like being sick while listening to someone else whine and barf. It makes feeling like crud so much less tolerable. I hate to say it, but when I’m legitimately sick, it makes it a whole lot harder to have compassion for the results of drunken fun.  I’m the one who should be sitting in a hot bath and then drifting off after a cup of tea. Instead I’m running around fetching Pepto and Alka Seltzer.

I think I’ll just climb back in bed and start the day over.