I'm laying low and trying to conserve all of my energy for fighting this crazy infection. I've decided to treat this illness with as much sleep as I can. I know it frustrates Chris because he equates my sleeping with being really ILL. I keep trying to explain to everyone that I don't feel like I'm fighting sleep off, but rather choosing to sleep in order to give my little cells a chance to do some maintenance.
I'm going to spend the rest of the day babysitting a large pot of blackbean soup and translating a knitting pattern into an excel spreadsheet. Don't fret, my trusty thermometer will be at my side.