Yesterday was not a good day. That cold I was trying not to catch came to an abrupt halt right in front of me and I crashed into it at full speed. I spent Tuesday night tossing and turning with a nasty sore throat. Only Advil C&S helped, which then kept me tossing and turning from sleeplessness.
So, I took yesterday off of work to rest. I didn’t really rest though, not until last night. What I did was clean (I hate being sick in a messy house). I didn’t get a lot done, because hello? I didn’t feel well. But it was 90 degrees here yesterday and what I did get done made me sweat.
Last night, I tumbled into bed, still taking the Advil C&S, but this time I was so dang tired I shut my eyes immediately. Though I still got out of bed three times in the night (did I mention I also consumed a LOT of fluids yesterday?), I had no trouble falling asleep right away each time.
Instead of looking at the clock every hour thinking, “Oh my god how will I ever make it through the day tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep??” I was thinking, “Wow, it’s still not time to get up?” At 8 a.m., I was wide awake and feeling pretty good.
Almost good enough to go out and mow the lawn.
Nah. Not that good. 
But I am going to do something productive before it’s time to start getting ready for work.
Yeah!!! You are feeling better!! Wooohooo!!!!
Glad you’re feeling better.
In a perfect world…”boyfriends” would always mow the lawn. no questions about it.