Most of the day I slept, and the rare moment where I wasn't sleeping sniffling, coughing, drippy eyes and fever sat by my side.
My goal is three days, this is day two.
Sunday, tomorrow is the brocante… that is the real goal. If the brocante cannot get me out of bed… though it doesn't seem likely I'll be going. Ugh.
So fun.
My bedroom that French Husband came in with a kleenex over his face, "I don't want to get sick."
Do you have a spouse of friend who goes overboard with loving care when you are sick? Send him over. Of course I kind of like to be left alone don't you?
So loving.
That is where I usually sit to blog, though today I am in bed.
So comfortable.
My little bedroom that I love.
This is as close as you get to seeing me actually in bed, Red Nose and not even Christmas! Sounds from the comments yesterday we either are sharing being sick or you are just getting over being sick, or your lucky and not sick!
I cracked up when I read: Shelley's comment
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