Ill…Ill…Ill

Coming up to week 2…3? of being ill. I’m currently left with a throat that is either suffering from mucus buildup or acid reflux (or more likely, both), a crackly throat first thing in the morning, a need to be around a box of tissues at all times…and really, I am very sick of being sick. Having to change plans every weekend because I barely have the energy to do anything is getting old. And I’m off to Minneapolis tomorrow…three airports isn’t going to make things worse, of course…

(as an aside, I remain tickled at all my American coworkers that look on in horror when I tell them I plan to use public transit on onsite visits. Especially in San Francisco - you get out of the airport straight into BART and just stay on one train until you get to the financial centre…and work or your hotel is literally a five minute walk away. Why on earth would you want to sit on 101 in heavy traffic???)

Anyway, Maeryn and I will have a blow-out “Daycare is closed for a training day that coincidentally happens to be Columbus Day, but we’re not celebrating it in particular” day, even if I have to pump myself full of steroids to get through the day. A Daddy Promise.