There is something seriously wrong with me. I woke up sick Monday morning after a relaxing vacation in wine country. I felt like I’d been hit by an oncoming BART train. I literally hobbled down the stairs of our apartment and forced myself into the office. And thank the Lord that we have a quiet lounge room at work with comfortable couches to sleep. I took an hour nap in the afternoon, I was so tired. Who does that? Well apparently, I wasn’t the only one. Two other people were sleeping and one woman was doing yoga.
Dean picked me up from work at 5:15pm. I managed to take a shower, scarf down a handful of blueberries, then I slept straight until 7:30am this morning. Wait, I lie. I woke up momentarily because Dean asked if I wanted to watch the Warriors in double overtime and I said no, I was too beholden to my pillow and blanky.
I think I was born without an immune system.