It's the fault of the unwashed masses.

Being sick sucks. The weather has finally been nice this weekend, but I've done nothing but lay on the couch and snooze. Well, there WAS the expedition downtown last night to retrieve my drunken husband and his friends that were celebrating their impending graduation, but that was pre-planned. I also took Rocky to the dog park this afternoon in an effort to get at least SOME sun and fresh air, but I wimped and took the car instead of hooking up the bike trailer and giving him a ride. I've just been sooooo tired the last few days.

After working in my company's Billing and Collections Department for the last 10 months or so (with my only patient contact being over the phone), I spent the last two weeks back in my old clinic, covering the front desk duties. Dozens of strangers crossing my path every day, and no telling what germs they carried around with them. The building itself is about 40 years old and has a history of environmentally questionable issues, not the least of which is mold in the basement because it leaks with hard rain down there.

Sigh...Big surprise, at the tail end of the two weeks, I started feeling loagy in the back of my throat on Wednesday, made myself go to Uber-Hubby's Senior Dinner on Thursday night, and had almost completely lost my voice by Friday. My ears felt plugged up and people were constantly asking me what the heck was wrong with me. I thankfully managed to leave work early that afternoon and have basically spent the entire weekend snoozing on the couch. I haven't slept this much in YEARS, but I'm hoping it pays off because I really want to ride to work tomorrow morning.

Needless to say, no progress on weight loss this week. It's a bummer, but back in the old days things could have been MUCH worse. I'm just glad to be on the mend.

If you're reading this, go take your Vitamin C. Even YOU, Uber-Hubby. You know right where it is, too.

Remember....Get off the couch and
Pedal Your Fat Ass Off