Here I am, at almost 5am this morning, awake and staring at the computer because I can’t sleep. I came downstairs because I’m tired of torturing my family with my hacking cough (my dh is a very light sleeper). My medicine wears off at about 4am, so I’ve been awake since then. I think I might be headed towards bronchitis, which is always fun.
I can hear the sounds of the masses doing PT this morning. Which makes me feel better in a twisted way: at least someone else is up and suffering more than I am.
I suppose I could make my grocery list for today, but maybe the next dose of meds is working enough so that I can go back to bed.
Here’s wishing you a much better Monday morning than mine is shaping up to be.