The only thing I can come up with is that this is my lot in life. I just get sick; it's what I do. And every year around this time I will get very sick for the rest of my life. There is nothing I can do except just give in to the damn thing and
So there you have it. Riveting, I know. I'm off to get some more rest (yes, Zoe is with Cheryl - yesterday was exhausting).
I leave you with what I used to say (or sing) every night when I was a kid:
"Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite! See you later alligator... In a while crocodile. Goodnight. I love you."
EVERY single night, I said this. Anything to prolong going to bed, but now? Not so much with the wanting to prolong sleeping.