I’m sick this weekend. After 6 weeks of being on business travel and 3 more weeks before then preparing for said business travel with 60+ hour work weeks, my body has finally been allowed to relax for a couple of days (I wouldn’t really call it relaxing, but I only worked 55 hours this past week, so my body takes that as relaxing). And what does my body reward me with by letting it relax? I get a cold. It all started with a sore throat Wednesday night. Thursday morning I woke up feeling like I’d been beaten with sledge hammers all night. Blissfully, Friday was one of my normal 9/80 off-Fridays (well, they’re not so standard when you’ve got a compressed software delivery schedule to finish, but I decided to splurge this week), so I got a day to rest at home. Friday commenced as a day of rest, craft projects that I’ve been wanting to get done before my trip to Huntsvegas, locking Kudzu in a bathroom until she surrendered a urine sample for the vet and drinking lots of hot tea to soothe my still slightly sore throat. Fun times. Today, my cold has become a cough and nose blowing session. I will be better by Tuesday. I don’t care what my body thinks.