I'm leaving NaBloPoMo with a whimper, and not much of one at that. I thought I'd ducked the respiratory crud that hit Alex and Bella earlier in the week, but apparently my immune system is just strong enough to hold out a little longer than they did before giving up the ghost, so that I can be really good and sick for the weekend. The weekend before we leave on our trip, and I have a million and ten things to take care of.
Fever, chills, earache, ugh.
Hello, Florida? I'm coming, and I'm bringing the plague. Want a hug?
It's been a fun November, y'all.