grace in small things # 103

today i am so damn glad my bosses were cool and pretty much kicked me out of the building.
i am sick, sick, sick.

typing this is honestly making me feel like i am just going to melt into a puddle like the wicked witch and evaporate (who thinks like that? the wicked witch? evaporate? am i hallucinating?) i just want to put my head down on the keyboard and go to sleep.

FOREVER.... or at least for a few years. didn't rip van winkle do that? i wonder if he was sick before he went to bed.

i've got strep throat. cough, cough. no, don't worry...you won't get sick if i cough on my blog and you read it.

what is the point of this post?

oh yeah. sickness. i am damn glad i have such a great relationship with my doctors office that i was able to pretty much get seen immediately so that i could go fill a prescription, pop some pills, and then sleep for at least as long as the van winkle character.

which is what i am going to do right now. see you in a couple years. i apologize ahead of time if i don't post anything until the next decade.