Nick and I have both been a little sick. He has been handling a lot better then me. I whimper, whine, and wilt. Last night I spent the evening huddled on the living room floor stacking blocks with Nick. Well I stacked, he knocked down. This we did for about 1.5 hours. I made a vast effort to catch up on my Dr. Who and Miranda but failed miserably at this. I did succeed on extracting vast amounts of snot from Nicks and my nasal cavities. Patrick recommended earlier that we go walking. By the time he awoke from his nap, my ability to walk was questionable at best. I more or less stumbled slithered into the bedroom and collapsed into the warm snug confines of the Futon.
We will have to see how this evening goes. Currently, I am pulling myself up by my Dr. Marten straps and dragging myself to work every morning. A pitiful attempt at looking professional is made for 8 hours and then back to the cozy realm of home. After a brief assessment, as it is Wednesday, I have determined that becoming absent from the world this weekend might be advisable.
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