"She opened the window and in flew Enza."
God, I hope that's not what's going on here. But I'm achey and tired and have trouble concentrating. My toes and fingertips are cold. I woke up this morning feeling as though I'd burned the roof of my mouth, yet I had a cold tuna salad sandwich for dinner last night.
If it is a cold or the flu, let's hope it's not too icky and involved
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I hope you don't have something hellish. I have been dragging my ass all week and not sure if I'm coming down with a flu/virus/impending death or my age is starting to rear its ugly, ugly head.
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Blech. Feel better!
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