You know I'm sick...

... when I don't feel like crafting. That's something serious going on, let me tell you.

I started feeling achy last night. My joints hurt. I felt tired and slept in today until almost 11. And I was cold. Today I got up and felt better. We went out to lunch with Leif's brother, and I didn't want a sandwich. I didn't want a Pickle Barrel sandwich. That's sign number two that I'm sick. I settled for some soup and enjoyed it thoroughly. By the time we got home, though, I was feeling achy and woozy again, so I headed back to bed. And I stayed there until dinner, freezing, all covered up with my blankets. I got up for dinner and ate about 4 bites of a glorious steak Leif grilled. Then I went back to bed. I ache, but as long as I stay laying down, I don't feel woozy. Really, I don't feel that bad at all, except for being COLD and achy.

I called my mom tonight to chat a bit and she, like any good mother, told me I should take my temperature. I poo-pooed the idea, of course. I only feel mildly bad, and if I admit that I'm sick, I won't get to go see Taylor's babies, who will be born tomorrow. But, I did take my temperature as soon as I got off the phone. And wouldn't you know...

I AM sick. My temperature is 103.1. I took it twice and even had Leif take his to check the accuracy of the thermometer. His was 98.6. Pooh.

So Taylor, I'm not going to see your babies tomorrow. I will wait until I am better. I took some Ibuprofen and I'm staying in bed. And I still don't feel like crafting.