Day of the Dead
Every year same thing,
I no longer jump up and down on the couch screaming
"I can't be sick it's Halloween!"
(Dressed as a flying wombat or something it's surprising my parents could keep a straight face)
but the change of season has found me the host to a cold virus.
Not real sick (thank heavens) but sick enough to know that I should just take it easy for a few days,
work half days and
repair to my lair and let the cat,
who has grown to the size of a Bengal Tiger in the sickie selfie above,
keep the treaters back and use me as a hot rock to sleep on....
There is always next year