I am siiiick. I’ve caught the plague that hit about half of my office over the last couple of weeks. I thought I had escaped it, but apparently my immune system was just being coy. Infection? No, no, I couldn’t. Dinner and dancing? Shots of tequila? Bright shiny things? Cmon on in, boys! Stupid slutty immune system.
So now I’ve got this horrible racking cough. When I lie on my back, my lungs make this slightly alarming, wholly annoying rattle/wheeze. When I laugh, I sound like an 80 year old with a two-pack-of-unfiltered-Pall-Malls-a-day habit. For a little while, I had the sexy whiskey voice, but now I just sound sick. To the point where complete strangers are telling me I sound awful.
Naturally, I have a weekend that is packed full of stuff to do. And even worse, it is stuff I want to do. On top of that, Spring has arrived in DC. It is gorgeous out. Seamus and I were accompanied by a riot of birds singing on our walk this morning, and we saw three robins. Trees are starting to bud, sprouts are poking out of the ground, and it is supposed to be in the high 60’s today. I just want to run around outside and enjoy the weather, but I barely have enough energy to make it down the street, even when towed behind an extremely enthusiastic beagle. I think I can manage some time sitting in the sun in the back yard, baring my frighteningly pale limbs to the sun. My coughing will probably scare off the birds, but that's a chance I'm willing to take.
I have thus far avoided said plague. I hope you get better and are able to get out and enjoy this weather!!