To a halt
ably, if I was rushing on Sunday, Monday brought me to a screeching halt.
empathy increasingly impaired the endure with the aid the weekend, waking up early Monday morning was an go through. Flowing from the nose like a hose (hey, that rhymes) and sharp pain in the chest when I coughed or drank anything.
Walking out of the doc's office, I felt like I needed a picnic basket to act up the bottles. at the moment there's an fetish for you, .- all 192 lbs of me, skipping with a cinch basket. furnish is your cream. ;)
Anyway, there went the go of Monday, which I had off anyway. Goddess and I tried to ruminate over back to the last metre I was sick. The best we can call to mind was far five years ago. So I guess I was due.
Halfway through the daylight, Goddess walks out of the pantry with my new favorite snack - . Relatively healthy, with chunks of chocolate. What else can you bid on? One of these days I'll test it with milk. But what's the to-do, ?
I'm telling you, scrumptious chocolate goodness.
So today I still wasn't feeling right. So I went into work, grabbed the stack of folders off my desk and worked from institution. No sense in getting every one else sick. I'm just glad I participate in that admissible of flexibility.
And I got to enjoy more of that Z chocolate goodness.
And from the sounds coming from the larder, Goddess is digging in the carton. Time to latch on to some for myself before its all gone.












