I woke up feeling so awful, I had to stay home sick. I missed three days the week before last and so certainly didn't want to miss more, but----. I would have had to crawl in on my hands and knees, I think, my body ached so badly and it hurt to cough. I still have the cough, but I think it's subsiding thanks to my extremely restful day. I didn't move from my bed except to go to the bathroom or make more tea. I slept, listened to relaxing music and breathed in rosemary (I could smell it this time!) and read another Annie Proulx book, Postcards. Now, a brief intermission for some pizza and then I'm back to bed. My principal didn't sound pleased this morning when I called (I HATE calling in...), so even if I do have to crawl in tomorrow, I'm going. It's Wednesday, anyway.

Although I don't often remember my dreams, I'm hoping for a good one tonight. I wish sweet dreams for all of you, too!