I came down with a bug last week. I felt queasy and I ached all over. But please don’t say, “Oh, poor thing,” before you’ve heard my guilty secret: I was happy to be sick. Thrilled, even.
Why? Because I have been desperately tired. With our recent skunk adventure, I’ve been run ragged for a month. It was super-stressful and time-consuming: I’m still dragging in bags of skunk-scented stuff from the garage to be laundered. (Now you can say, “Oh, poor thing”!)
Now I had an honorable, bulletproof excuse to go sleep. [Read more…]