I am taking a sick day. Possibly two. My head feels like it is simultaneously underwater and in a vice.
And yet, all I can be is grateful for this diabolical cold (can it even be called that? Colds seem to be adorable, light little things easily relieved by a pack of tissues and NyQuil and THAT IS NOT WHAT I HAVE) because it’s had the decency to strike while I am at home. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories of being sick on the road, even experienced it myself, and I can say this: nothing compares to the warmth of your own bed, the familiarity of your local drugstore’s over-the-counter medicines, and your own DVR full of unwatched cooking programs.
So please forgive the lack of travel-related posts today (and possibly tomorrow), as I am going to spend my time doing this:
Rand: Wow. That photo is great. All of your friends are going to be so glad you shared that online.
Me: You think so?
Rand: No. No one thinks that.
And with that, I’ll see you kids later this week. If you get bored in the meantime, you can always dip into the archives and check out my tips on what to do if you get sick while on vacation.