Mother and I were supposed to be having High Tea at a shop near her house today. I had to cancel our tea yesterday since mom called to say she was getting sick with some kind of nasty virus. I rescheduled the tea for the weekend after Thanksgiving, in hopes she'll be all better - and I won't be sick by then!
This is such a bad time of year for colds and flu. I just wish I could hibernate like a bear until Spring comes around again. I've always hated Fall and Winter. I'm usually sick too often, and freezing and depressed throughout both Seasons.
I SOOOOOOOO NEED SUMMER, BLUE SKIES, SUNSHINE, GREEN LEAVES & GRASS, and WARMTH!!! *heavy sigh*
Last night the hubby was talking to me and I noticed he sounded a bit congested. I accused him of being sick and he finally admitted he may very well have a cold. UGH!
I started freaking out, carrying on about how I'll catch it now and will be too sick to enjoy Thanksgiving or go to the rescheduled high tea. He is not as careful about germs as I'd like him to be. Plus, we do share a bed together. Oh, woe is me!
I told him he can't touch ANYTHING in the house or even breathe. In fact, he shouldn't even look at me! One of his cold germs might see me and decide to make a long jump right over to me, after all! Well, one never knows!
Since he just sold a bunch of shelving units that were in the upstairs room of our garage, he suggested perhaps I would like him to move out there now that there's more space. I told him it was a perfectly wonderful idea. He could even take a couple little space heaters to try to keep warm.