Murphy. The Bastard.

I left my house.  I went to a place where there were multitudes of children.  I “slept” on a bed of very noisy springs.  I swam.  I ate junk.  I overdid it.  I came home and stayed up too late.  I felt like hell with a headache and fatigue and general weirdness and wondered what the heck was going on.  And now I get it.

I am sick.  Like, strep sick. 

And the kid is supposed to start school in a couple of days.

Shit.

For the record, the vacation was great, but I kinda thought I’d paid my dues for it in advance.  Sigh…