c is for cooties

Woke up in the middle of the night yesterday with a sore throat. It was that raw, hurts to swallow kind of sore throat that makes you want to stay home and curl up on the sofa with a giant cup of tea and an oversized blanket.

Or maybe you'd prefer a hot toddy. Whatever.

I just hate that my first thought was that I couldn't be sick right now because I had so much work to do -- because sickness, as we all know, can be sooo inconvenient. Why can't my first reaction to the onset of illness be: Yay, sick day!

And I don't even know how I caught whatever it is that I have.

The new guy at the office has been coughing, the guy in the cubicle next to him called in sick yesterday, and the woman in the office next to mine has a chronic bronchial problem. Could have been any one of them.

It could even have been the toddler that visited the office the other day with his mama. The cute little guy waddled right up to my candy jar and poked and pawed at the glass trying to get to those vibrant sour cherry balls. [This is MY candy, kid... don't you read?]

You see? This is why sharing is bad.