I started off being late because of that four letter white stuff – SNOW. Truthfully, I was a little slow, but the snow made me late.
I was able to call and say I was running late and all was good. Only, I needed something to be possible (yes, I am being vague) for both myself and an offspring, but because I am the adult in the situation, I am the only person for whom it is happening.
This makes life a little more complicated. I believe I can fix it, but not until Monday.
I came home and rested and bit before getting to work. I was slow today. Got things done, but not as much as others would have.
Now I am getting ready for bed because the gods of tissues have decided I needed tissues. I sure hope I wake up miraculously cured from this head cold that decided it wanted to accompany me.
I blame the cold weather. I blame the snow. I pray that June is not snowy. Yes, I know weather has nothing to do with the first twelve days reflecting the year, but I hate cold – especially the head type.
Still, considering I am now officially sick, it’s been a good day.