I’ve been hit. Struck down in the prime of life. I spent much of yesterday in bed, after being hit with the sweats and the flu during a festive brunch with my girlfriends.
I managed to keep it together, and not hurl all over the table, but today I’m struggling to keep it together.
My noggin hurts.
My joints hurt.
Blogmas will return when I can stand the sound of typing and light doesn’t make me want to punch the sun.