Sigh. I so seldom get sick, when I do, it always seems to sneak up on me and smack me upside the head. Where did *that* come from? I work in an underpopulated building with many, many empty cubes. The bathrooms are spotless. My cube is a good size and although there are inevitably meetings, much of my work is done on my own. I don’t have to share my computer with anyone. Either my work computer or my personal computer. I have my own work phone and it rings about every few months. I could go through a similar list of stuff about my house. It may be cluttered but I clean the kitchen and the Blue Bathroom just about every day. In essence, for the most part, I share germs with myself!

So. Yesterday. I was gallivanting all over creation all day, mostly on foot. I felt wonderful. I had all the energy in the world and not one single scrap of congestion. This morning. I got up and coughed a little bit. It was one of those kind of dry coughs as if there was something in the air that was tickling my throat. I ignored it. I felt great. I took my walk and ran a couple of errands on the way to work. I was on a roll! This afternoon? I am okay. I am sitting up. I can stand up without any problem. I am lightly but fairly consistently congested. I am tired but I don’t feel like I’ve been run over by a train, despite the photo. I don’t have a fever or a sore throat or any significant muscle pain. Just a little dragged out and congested. I don’t want to say out loud what I *don’t* think it is. That might jinx me!

Any other day, I wouldn’t think much about this. It would turn into whatever it would turn into. I could take a day off (or even two) and hang out on the Green Couch all day. I could maybe get some work done in between naps. But I’ve got a plane to catch in about 60 hours. And a spec that’s a wee bit overdue (not entirely my fault) that I wanted to publish before I left. I know I can handle being in California coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose. What I can’t handle is being in California coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose *and* feeling like a wet dishrag. I want to walk when I am out there. And take photographs of something besides all of our usual Great Lake State haunts.

I’ll be sleeping on the Green Couch tonight. If I sleep on the Green Couch, I [usually] get a better night’s sleep. Nobody tosses and turns (except me) and I can adjust the covers so I’m not too hot or cold. I think I’ll skip my walk tomorrow morning and maybe I’ll even decide to stay home and work (or not) from the Green Couch. Corporate America does have its perks and sick time is one of them and I don’t use much of it. The last time I did take sick time it was because my long-suffering cat-herding boss took one look at me and boomed, “GO HOME!!!!” Aye-aye, sir!

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