I'm getting over an awful stomach bug. Tuesday night I went out to dinner at Border Cafe. They have fantastic tex-mex and cajun food. I've never had a bad meal there. I felt fine all day then as we got up to leave I felt a little queasy but nothing out of the ordinary. Yet by the time I got home I was achy and had the chills. An hour later I was sick as a dog.
At first I suspected the food but seeing no one else in my party (there were 6 of us) got sick and I was running a fever I realized it must have been a bug. Besides we all ate about the same thing.
I took yesterday off. I could barely get my head off the pillow. In between trips to the bathroom and with Bandit by my side for good measure, I slept till 1:30 in the afternoon. I got up, ate an orange and a glass of water, walked up to get the mail and was exhausted again. Around 2:30 I went back to bed and woke up a couple hours later.
In the meantime I've got contractors at the new house. I'm getting phone calls in bed: "is the surveyor there yet?". Phone calls from work: "the release is scheduled for tomorrow how do you want to go about it?" and "can you log in from home and just answer a few e-mails?"
Last night I crashed on the couch. Watched Hillary Clinton on the Bill O'Reilly show: She impressed me. Then I watched Neil Diamond sing some dreadful song on American Idol and got a little upset that Brooke was booted off the show. That damn dreadlock-kid Jason has got to go!