I'm exactly one week away from a vacation. I'll be taking 10 days off (!!!) and Gregg is taking a week off, too. We just bought a new tent, and we're planning to spend a few nights camping at Lynches River Park with the dogs. After that, my friend Meg will be visiting from Texas. I'm so excited to see her! It's been a couple of years since she was here last.
She's coming to spend some time with me and Marla, since we're all old friends. Then I may even try to squeeze in a short trip to Aiken, SC to visit my grandmother.
It's going to be great! Gregg and I are both looking forward to the time off.
But in the meantime....I'm sick. I've come down with a cold that I fear may be turning into a sinus infection. I have a terrible headache behind my eyes, and I'm sneezing and wheezing and my nose is running like a faucet. I ache and I'm irritable--a sure sign that I'm sick. And the LAST thing I want to do is give this funk to Gregg! He's extra sensitive to respiratory infections and takes forever to get well once he catches something. So.....
I'm staying far, far away from him! No hugs, definitely no kisses, and my own bedroom to sleep in. I'm washing my hands constantly and being careful about sneezes and coughs.
I told him to just consider me Typhoid Mary for the time being!