Cold and flu sick, not "I need surgery" sick. So I stuck around the office most of the day, answering mail, working on some pieces I need to have written, general office stuff. Just trying to stay away from the care homes and older people who don't need to get sick.
My goal was to stay within three feet of a box of Kleenex, which I suceeded at although there was one close call.
Generally it's progressed through the day getting worse, running more, aching more. But this too shall pass, if Lauralea and Micah are any indication.
I have a bit more work to do to prep for Sunday which I'll do tomorrow.
I need to be lots better by Sunday. It's our formal acceptance into ministry here and no one wants to lay hands on a runny nose, teary eyed, mouth breathing shepherd guy.
Besides, Sunday afternoon the Grey Cup final game is on and I don't want to miss that.