Quite late Wednesday night, I thought I was getting sick. I took some over-the-counter antihistamine, thinking it might help.
Thursday morning, I knew I was too sick to go in to work, even though there was a meeting at 9:30 that I was supposed to go to. I wouldn’t have been able to make any contributions other than coughing and blowing my nose if I’d been there. Felt a bit less miserable after lunch, and I should be OK to work tomorrow even if I’m less than 100%.
So I didn’t get a whole heck of a lot done. This is always a problem when you’re sick. Moira appreciated that she got a whole lot of lap time, though.
And apparently, the annual condo association meeting is next Tuesday, which means I won’t be able to go to trivia next week. Le sigh.