A High Fever

I hate being sick when it slows me down, but usually I would welcome illness at a time like this. It sounds lovely to be incapable of doing anything but lie on the couch and sip spicy chicken broth and have no one demanding anything of you except that your used tissues make it into the trash can when you pitch them from where you lie because we don't want to get sick also, thank you very much. Why oh why couldn't this have happened last week, before I started work and play rehearsals and took on babysitting jobs and before I committed to that piano job? Karma sucks.