There's something wrong with me.

I woke up Sunday with a high fever and sweaty. CD got concerned and drugged me up. Next thing I knew it was like 10 hours later.

Since then I have been suffering under a malaise that I can not explain. My throat is sore, I'm hot and... crunchy inside.

Perhaps more importantly, I am disaffected. I have been plowing through my work at this slow pace but it is the best I can do. I am easily distracted and tired.

CD is in Texas for work until Saturday night. The sun is out and a breeze is coming in the open windows. Bear has a tummy ache and is watching cartoons and sipping juice.

I should go and get his babysitter. I should pack and hem up my pants. I should finish doing my self-evaluation for my review. I should take a shower, and do all that grooming that needs doing before a big corporate meeting. I should synch all my files over to the laptop. I should... I should....

But all I want to do is sit down and stare at the wall, my son curled up by my side.

In 7 hours, we are supposed to be on the road. I have no idea how I am going to make that happen.

One of the team members just instant messaged me with a list of things he would like me to do before I arrive tomorrow morning. I mumbled to myself as I read it "what. ever." and responded to him that we could discuss it when I got there. Which is so unlike me (hey, I push back with the best of them but hey, I'm usually nice about it.) I stunned us both, I think.

Something is wrong. I hope it passes soon.

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