It’s almost 1 am. I’m still sick but I went to my sister’s retirement party. It would have felt like torture if I’d been feeling healthy. And the worst part is having to sit there and pretend like it’s not torture. I love my sister and I truly believe she deserves tons of recognition and accolades from her colleagues. I just hate these kinds of social functions. Especially when I have a fever and sore throat. Maybe next time they could make it a brunch so I don’t have to drive home on dark mountain roads in 70 mph winds.

Okay, the crabby old lady is going to bed and she is going to stay there until she feels better. Or at least until Sparkles needs to be fed tomorrow.