Mondays Still Suck.

Monday morning has arrived (hello!) and Coffee is still sick. He’s home, in bed, and is ill enough to not even attempt working from the sofa today. Given that he’s the one in this relationship with the unbelievably strong work-ethic (and I’m the slacker) you know he’s really and truly feeling like crap when he doesn’t drag himself into the office.

Me? I’ve got the sniffles and sore throat that I’ve had for a while – I’m still feeling okay, if a little bit tired. I’m celebrating my immune system today and staying positive and with plenty of (candied) ginger to eat, lots of water, handfulls of vitamins to snack on.. I shall prevail! I shall kick some germ-ass!

When Coffee is feeling better, I’m pretty sure he’ll try to convince you that I “took care of” him in his sickness. Please rest assured that he’s feverish and delusional and has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s a well-known fact that I don’t have a nurturing bone in my body when it comes to caretaking the ill. He’s obviously deranged from the cooties.