Hubby is sick; Alex is sick; and I just picked up some drugs for me at the Pharmacy. I blame my Hubby. It's like he has forgotten how to cover his mouth when he coughs. I swear it looks like his tongue slips out between his lips when he coughs. I'm sure the house has been splattered with projectile coughing moist droplets.
It's also like 5 degrees with winds at blizzard speed. It's snowing and then ice pellets fall and then it snows again. I cleaned off the car when I went to the Doctor, then again when I left the doctor's office, then when Alex and I got done with lunch and against when I left Target.
Now I'm curled up on the sofa; hoping book club isn't canceled for tomorrow night (it would be my first night going). I have several movies to watch but at the moment I'm just in a trance. I really don't want to do anything. Again I blame Hubby on making me feel blah. Damn those little virus bugs. So tiny and so powerful.