And time to start your engines.
But you've lost the keys.
(Gratuitous amaryllis photo . . . because I've got nothin' else. . . )
Last Thursday night, I was going on about my evening -- making dinner, helping Tom pack for an adventure, working on my art class homework -- when all of a sudden . . . I was sick. Like go-lie-down-right-now sick. Big headache. A cough. Fever.
I got up on Friday (under protest from every fiber of my body) to get Tom to the airport*, but as soon as I got back home I headed straight back to bed, trailing objects behind me as I made a beeline to more sleep: keys, purse, jacket, shoes, glasses. And I stayed in bed - sleeping - for the next 36 hours! (The dogs were my constant companions, watching over me and gently licking my face whenever they needed to go out - or eat. Good dogs.)
Things are improving. My brain-fog is lifting. I am up and about again -- even "pulled an all-dayer" yesterday! But. Hoo boy. That was not fun - and totally unexpected.
I'll be picking up the pieces for a few days, as best I can. I hope you're all healthy and in good spirits today!
(And now I'm off to watch the Oscar nominations. . . )
* Tom is in Argentina again -- this time fishing for Golden Dorado.