Saturday the 14th

I woke up to an absolutely gorgeous fall day. As much as I love summer and warm weather, I welcomed the clean clear morning, and took Stevie for a half-hour walk. I picked up around the house and went to the hospital at about 1:00. I almost immediately started coughing. Am I getting another stress cold? I was tired and laid in your bed while you gave yourself a sponge bath. You, too, are tired, and the doctor is letting you eat ice chips again. You had me buy Sprites at the market, take them home, pour them out and whip out the carbonation with the Bamix. It took a long time. I poured about 1/2 ounce over the ice chips. You told me I sounded awful and that I should go home. I didn't argue. I left. When we spoke this evening, you were tired but your day has been uneventful, and I guess that's a good thing. Neither one of us has any energy. No one should be surprised by that.

Am I having a psychosomatic response to the way this thing is dragging on? Or is it something else? Is everything stressing me out? I no sooner get rid of some malady and another one attacks me. Two of my students are out with head lice and one with pink eye. Will I get that too? Next week is a heavy week with parent/teacher conferences. I must somehow fortify myself.