Ever Been Hit By A Ton Of Bricks?

I haven't either.

But the way I have felt the past few days, it may be a similar sensation.

Saturday, I was fine. We went to watch Z2 in the District Track tournament in Spirit Lake, came home, went to Mom's for a wonderful dinner that my sister Inland Empire Girl made, went to see PKR's students perform some original plays at KHS, then back to Mom's house for dessert.

Then I woke up Sunday morning. Where did this sore throat come from? Why does my head feel like it is about to explode. Why don't I feel like moving from my bed?

I made it through church, and when I got home, I crashed. PKR said he would have Mother's Day dinner ready by 4 p.m., so I went and laid down until then.

I enjoyed being outside for a few hours, then went back to bed, and slept all night.

Got up, went walking, then went to work, and was in a fog most of the morning, and made it til noon. Then back home and crashed all afternoon, stayed in bed throughout the evening, then slept good all night long.

Today I felt better. Except now I am at Kellogg Middle School explaining test scores to parents, and my voice is about ready to give out. But I do feel better.

I'm not sure where this came from. But I hope it goes away soon.

I have to fly to Boise on Thursday, and I hate flying with a cold.

But I will survive. I will survive...HEY...HEY!!