I am crabby today. Day 3 or 4 of this stupid fever. I have made it out of bed today . . and out to my desk. I couldn't keep my appointments. I can't work fast enough to get my reports done. But I made it out of bed.
I was inspired to create the following:
Fever, fever, go Away
Don't come back another Day
Because I hate You
You're not welcome Here and I'm Tired
Ta-Da! Impressive, eh? See why I stick to narratives now instead of prose? ;)
Tonight I am thankful that I made it out of bed today. I'll be thankful for that at least. And I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. I'm thankful for that too.