This is why I shouldn’t take a vacation

I’ve been working crazy hours for months and months now, and for the first time in I don’t know how long, I had three whole days in a row where I wasn’t scheduled at one job or another. So, we packed up the car and headed down to Buffalo for a little cross-border shopping (hey, it’s an at-par dollar, can you blame us? )

I left my laptop at home, determined to not think about work, and just relax while we were away. We rented a  hotel room with a jacuzzi in the suite, and other than driving around trying to find stores that didn’t exist (like a certain sprawl-mart that had a big empty lot where it was supposed to be), it was a pretty relaxing few days of shopping, eating, and just sitting in the hot tub doing absolutely nothing.

I gotta tell ya, it was pretty awesome, and very, very needed.

The problem is? My body, which has been on high-stress, go-go-go mode for so long, finally wound down and said, hey, woohoo! I can relax now. And it relaxed right out of keeping my immune system on “fight everything, I don’t have time to be sick” mode.

So, this morning, I woke up feeling like absolute crap. I have a fever and a serious cold. And I’m actually working around people today, so I’m sneezing all over them. They’re gonna hate me when I pass this cold on to them.

What’s even more fun is trying to explain stuff when my brain is totally swimmy.

At the very least, it’s a pretty good excuse to take a couple more days off and do nothing but eat chicken soup and read all the books I bought…