Friday, March 05, 2004
I got up at some ungodly hour this morning and wandered into my office where Russ was working away on an article he has due today. I tapped him on the shoulder.
"I want you to find the place in the rules of the universe that says I have to be sick on my birthday and delete it."
"Find birthday dot illness and delete. Right."
And he went back to work.
Actually, I'm feeling far better today, so I may be mostly past all this before Monday. At any rate, I am determined to enjoy the day, even if I have to drag myself out of bed sniffing and coughing. I'm going to my favorite wildlife refuge. I'm going to take pictures. I am going to have fun.
And then I'll come back and crawl into bed and pull the blankets over my head again.