Woke up with a rotten cold. Fought it all day yesterday and I’ve officially lost the battle. My immune system was too run down to fight it off.
I woke up at 4:59 a .m. and dreamed of calling in sick. But that’s not an option. I have sick days, well at least at the paper, but I chose to soldier on. I’ll wash my hands frequently and stay away from others. Which won’t be hard around here.
I’ve prayed for positive change in my life. I must hurry up and meet God halfway. No cold will slow me down.