Tis a silly place

I can't really afford to skip work anymore because I feel yucky but I tell you working under the dusty vents blowing cold air all night has me feeling cruddy all over again. Just when I though I was kicking this thing.

Only now it's mostly this wracking cough that makes my lungs feel like they have sand paper and hair in them.

Why couldn't this have happened in January when I was off from work and could have gone to mums house where there is a warm spare bedroom, and a comfy bed near a bathroom with quiet. I could lay under the covers with a good book and doze for the days that would be needed to recover, sipping hot honey water.

That sort of thing almost makes it worth while being sick, just for the cozy memories.

Well maybe tomorrow will be better... though I doubt it. I have to get up early in order to check another place to live. So I get as much sleep as I get tonight and I'll be up and moving around longer before work. I guessing I'm going to be less then chipper tomorrow in my post. I may try to do my blog stuff early before work and then just leave here for the apartment after work. I'm determined to get at least three days this week if not all four days of work.

truely tis a silly place to be when you are sick but that is where the money comes from.

takes care of yourselves,
Rovingjack