Egads am I sick. Sicker today than I was over the weekend, when I thought I was getting better. Every joint aches. My head is throbbing. My nose is either too plugged up for me to think straight, or running so fast not even Jackie Joyner Kersee could grab a Kleenex™ fast enough.
Just as I was about to call Jen to warn her that I planned to crash as soon as I got home, the phone rang.
It was Jen, telling me that both kids were sick and howling, that she was getting a sore throat and a migrane, and that she planned to crash as soon as I got home.