You know, the one that hit me last week? Because, I think it backed up and ran over me for good measure.
Seriously, I am a week into this crud and I actually had to sit down in the shower this morning when the simple act of washing my hair exhausted me to the point of feeling like I might pass out. That's pretty pathetic.
And, I'm tired. So, so tired. I slept in for a while this morning to try to take the edge off the exhaustion prior to making the five hour trip to Denver later today and yet, I am still weary.
The Teenager will not be disappointed, however. We will make the trip and a good time will be had by all, so help me, God.
No, really; I'm asking God to help.
I'm not sure how well I will do, otherwise.