Viruses: Job Hazard

Sometimes you can’t get around it. My coworker spent a good portion of last week in the bathroom and we discussed this event as though it happens all the time (because it does) and I’m drowning in secretions. When you work with sick children… you get sick.

Sigh. Apparently I look tired, sick and unhappy in this picture (thankfully my family is honest) but short and blond oh my!


Perhaps celebrating a friend’s birthday didn’t help. Or maybe it was the two days this week that I considered peanut butter filled pretzels an adequate dinner or possibly that sleep just didn’t seem like a priority to gardening, running and walking the dog.

I’m terrible at being sick. I’m just not down with the program. There are a lot of ways to be terrible at being sick. You can moan and groan, your life can come to a halt, you can hole up in your home, it can appear to be the end of the world OR you swing in the other direction and proceed as though you are not sick. Perhaps if you IGNORE it, it will go away. That’s my way. I go for a run. Not this time, no running, no riding to work, no. Even no working. Just sleeping.

I did let my cousin make me dinner. I did sit with my family as the sun set over Seattle.






Tomorrow I will wake up, overlook the cold and start my week. I will fill it with the care of small children who never cease to amaze me, meals with good friends, gardening, sewing and hopefully a long, satisfying run.