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That’s what I feel like right now. And all day until now, too. Peter was sick on Friday, and I realized he wasn’t just messing around when he ended up sleeping most of the day. Same thing Saturday.

Yesterday, I took the kids to see “Enchanted” (I know! but we all loved it). My throat started feeling a little scratchy during the movie, which I chalked up to being out in the damp. By bedtime I was ready to crash, and my voice was almost gone. I woke up several times during the night with a start — and a severe need to either (1) wheeze or (2) pee.

I was worse by morning. After hauling myself out of bed to drive Peter (restored to full health) to school in my PJs, I crashed until around 1 p.m. I made myself stay upright until 3, but that was about all my body could take. Back to bed… until the chills came. Time to take a hot, hot shower. Which was apparently so much exertion that I immediately collapsed in a chair, wet hair, multiple blankets and all.

At least I’m clean. Now Pete and Moon are at chime choir practice, and Peter is at a friend’s house. He’s kind of on my list right now because he didn’t call me to let me know where he was (I had to track him down)… and his progress report arrived in the mail. Moon is righteously indignant about it because she’s been attempting to mentor him. I think I’ve said the kid has a lazy streak. What I should say is that he has an industrious streak, with a default of laziness.

Okay, that’s my rant. I’m in the rocking chair huddled up with blankets, and my laptop is on my actual lap. Can you tell I’ve been alone almost all day? I’m going a little buggy. This is how cruddy I feel: I have not knit a single stitch today. I might try in a little bit, but I’m just as likely to huddle in a pathetic heap.

(P.S. I’m also getting my period.)