I am Sick

I actually started to get sick yesterday, but popped Ibuprofen after Ibuprofen hoping that the headache that would not go away was just a headache. But I woke up with it this morning, with a congested head and only half my throat sore.

I am sick because I did too much. After all the family gatherings last week, I had promised to take my retired minister mother to Atlantic City (where I mostly watch her gamble), so I was gone Monday and Tuesday (but was up at 7:00 a.m. and worked until noon on Monday and was on the blackberry the whole time there). I got back Tuesday night and stayed up until 2:00 a.m. sewing yellow question marks on a purple suit for my son's Halloween costume of infomercial pitchman Matthew Lesko (he looked fabulous), but I was already tired.

And then I worked like a tornado the next two days trying to make up for lost time, working until 7:00 on Wednesday night.

I took two naps Friday, but that didn't make a difference.

So I am holed up in bed with my computer and I will spend all day today reading in an effort to outfox this cold. I have tickets to A Bronx Tale tomorrow, and I don't want to be under the weather for that.