The Universe has a strange sense of humor. It’s quilt show weekend. I’ve won lots of wonderful ribbons.
And, I’m sick as Job’s dog.
I’ve got some kind of upper respiratory infection. It kept me in bed or storming around in a feverish state of anger all day yesterday. (I don’t do sick very well.)
And, today is only slightly better. So, I’m going to load myself up with a daytime cold remedy (artificial wellness isn’t something I usually do) to stop the nose blowing and cough and I’m going to the quilt show for a couple hours with the family.
It’s what I want to do.