The other present Gracie gave me was her germs.
In the form of THE WORST COLD EVER.
I have barely been able to move all week. It has been like this:
Monday – go to client meeting, almost die, refuse coffee (what has become of me??), go home, do some work, afternoon nap for 7 hours straight, wake up in the throes of a raging fever.
Tuesday – sleep. all day. do not eat. shudder between raging fever and bone numbing chills.
Wednesday – sleep. all day. in agony. my muscles are filled with the Chernobyl toxic waste. I’m surely going to die.
Thursday – will myself out of bed. do some work. speak to my Manager who thinks I’m on death row. stress because my work is piling up. eat half a bowl of stale cereal (I can’t taste anything anyway). try to stop Harley from licking my eyeballs out of their sockets (I’ve discovered dogs can sense when your sick! what a sweetie, but I have visions of worms crawling out of my eyeballs). speak to Grace and curse her for giving me the plague. sleep for 3 hours. have a shower. try to look presentable for when my husband comes home.
So, you can see that this week my life is a test tube of noxious germs. Last week was a good week, this week is a horrid week. The universe balances it all out in the end.