An open letter to…

To whatever cold, flu, sinusitis, pharyngitis, or other-itus that is trying to dig it’s claws in the back of my throat,

I regret to inform you that I am very busy this week and could not possibly make time for your shenanigans. I appreciate your giving me several days of apparent warning that you are coming, but I can’t possibly take time away from work this week or this weekend to entertain you. I can pencil you in for next Monday afternoon, but I make no promises. Otherwise I’ll continue with triple my normal dose of vitamin C in hopes that you will move on and find someone who had more time to deal with you.

Thank you for understanding. Nothing personal.



What have I been doing all this time?

I overslept Friday morning. I’ve said before that I’m not an early riser by choice (which is why I’m writing this at 11:00 pm). Friday morning was rough. Two hits on the snooze, then heard the wife’s alarm sound off. Still not feeling it. Finally looked at my phone and what I thought was fifteen minutes was an hour.

Oh crap!

BUT, I still made it to work on time somehow. I didn’t skip anything getting ready, and still managed to make it in on time.


My big question now is, what the heck do I do on a normal day that takes an hour+ more than I apparently need? I try to give myself some extra time in the morning to account for things like those alarm snoozes and my general distaste for anything pre-dawn, but an hour?

I think I need to streamline my morning routine a little.