I started writing on the couch, where I’ve been stationed for the past week, but two things happened: 1) my internet on my laptop phased off (It does that after about 10 minutes…it’s very unreliable for anything that needs internet.) and I didn’t feel like bringing it in here to plug it in to the hard cable and 2) nothing I was writing felt right.  It just felt whiny.  So I just shut the laptop.

I’ve been sick for the past week.  There.  I said it.  That’s what I had been typing about before on the couch, but who cares?  Who wants to read about someone being sick?  That’s boring and, though possibly relatable, really plain-Jane to read about.  I would hate to be plain Jane!

So here’s to health and happiness, two of life’s greatest treasures, both of which are hugely taken for granted.

On Tuesday, I had gotten a sub for my gym class just so that I could go to my little brother’s football game.  I was at home asleep.  When I woke up, his game was over.  I was so sad.  I mean, really inwardly miserable.  I had told him I would go to one of his games, but they’re all scheduled on Tuesday nights, which are my teaching nights.  I had planned this one!  Then I slept right through it.  I felt like I deserved the Awful Sister award.  After the game, there was going to be a party for my mom for her birthday.  I had to miss that too.  “Happy birthday, Mom, here’s a huge box of Kleenexes for your delivery.  It’s coming soon!  A whopper of a cold.”  I whined about missing the party too, possibly cried a little bit.  (I really love cake.)  The next day, Kevin brought the most delectable cake home.  It was a double-layer, buttercream frosting, marble cake.  Yes.  I ate so much of it that I actually asked him for some syrup of ipecac as I curled into a ball, rocking back and forth.