I am leaving the house today. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I leave it, but by golly I’m leaving it. I will get dressed and I will drive somewhere. Even if all I have to do is take the recycling three miles up the road to dump it, I will leave this house.
And it will be exhilarating.
My cabin fever has hit a peak and walking down to the mailbox is no longer satisfying. So even though I’m still coughing and every little task is exhausting, I will wear myself out accomplishing some mundane chore for the sake of getting out of this house.
Jackson, on the other hand, seems to be fine. I’m not entirely convinced that he’s not sick, because you don’t just throw up all over your bed with a 100.5 temperature and nap for two hours when you’re not sick. But after his nap, he was perky, giggly and asking for eggs. Who wants eggs when he’s sick? Whatever happened to him yesterday morning may not happen again this season, but nonetheless I’m watching him closely.
Good weekend to you! May your all your mucus membranes run clear.
Good for you! The fresh air will do you some good, as will the change in scenery!