I sick i say!
That's the wisdom of my six or four year old self when confronted by the Christian-Science positive-thinking of my Grandmama.
This morning, i'm staying abed.
Yesterday's long headache gave way to sudden congestion around 3:30. Home i came. Decongestants don't seem to be doing the trick, so i'm surrendering today and will try to think clearly for reports on Sunday. I'd seen a friend who was sick on Sunday: i wonder if that provided the contagion.
Christine's siblings are gathering for an early birthday celebration for her mother this weekend. For the first time, my accumulation of Delta points seems useful, and she'll be off tomorrow to join them. I don't know when her mom will die -- two months or two years is the current prognosis -- but i think it will be good if she sees her siblings as a group again in this context and not wait for a funeral. (Making a note that we need to get Christine a black dress in the next few months.) I'm not sure i can recall the last time she saw them all: for me it was her sisters wedding.
Christine is currently off to get her hair done; i'm hoping my computer will be ready in time for her to add it to her errands.