Remember on my birthday a few weeks ago, I told myself that it's okay to take a sick day?
Well, I didn't think I'd need one this soon, but I did. I spent almost all of yesterday asleep, fighting off a cold that descended on me very quickly. And though I'm still achy and not-totally clearheaded today, I'm going back to the office as I need to wrap up just under a million things before my business trip on Monday. I really thought I'd rest a bit, and then get some work done later in the day yesterday, but sleep really won out.
Too bad sleep can't always win out.
I only went outside yesterday to take Max to the bus stop. He's that tiny speck of a back pack moving so much faster than me in the below.
Tonight we're all supposed to attend the Camp Yavneh Shabbat Dinner, and I really hope I still feel up to going. We had such a nice time last year, and I can't wait to go again a year from now when hopefully Max will have developed some of the friendships that Hannah has.
I doubt I'll write again today, so forgive me for missing a day. Five and six are almost the same anyway, right?