Sickness (redux).

Uh-oh.

Today’s been a little more of a struggle than I would have liked. You know how, just before the flu manifests itself into full-blown mode in your body, there is a faint achy haze emanating from your bones and enveloping everything around you? That’s what Tuesday’s felt like.

I can’t decide if it’s actually illness, or if it’s because it’s cold and rainy out and I left my coat at home because it was supposed to be in the 50s today. I can’t decide if the aching is due to American influenza settling into my body, or that old car-wreck injury I aggravated this weekend by sneezing. I’m no hypochondriac, but I fear that it’s the former, seeing as how I didn’t hurt my hands in my accident some three years ago, and they dully ache. (Not to mention duly.)

I’m going to go home tonight and have a cup of Airborne, with a side of Airborne. Too little, too late, I'm sure.

Because our son got out of his routine over the last five days - staying home with me last Thursday and Friday, going to my mom's yesterday - this morning's fight to get him ready for daycare was a spirited one, for he is a spirited little 2-year-old. I guess we're back to square one as far as his eagerness to spend his days at the daycare (or "school," as we sometimes call it) is concerned. Wonderful!