This might be a shadowed blog. I'm experiencing some pre-travel jitters as well as a bit of retaliation from my flu shot. In the famous words of my mother this morning, "You mean you didn't tell her that we don't get flu shots in this family?" Referring to my doctor blindsiding me with the idea of the flu shot yesterday. I had no time to react, I merely accepted my fate. We don't react well to them, normally we just get the flu right after the shot and are miserable for days following. I'm hoping it's not that bad. But if it is and I drug myself into a flu-induced stupor on the plane tomorrow then at least I'll be immune to my daughters rants and raves.
Yeah, I'm a bit down today. I figured I was feeling a little more sad and anxious when I put Counting Crows in my CD player in the car. It's been over a year since I've listened to them and they always bring me back to a familiar time of contemplative sadness. Now, now don't go getting worried on me. I'm certainly not feeling the sting of depression or any of that nonsense. I think I'm just worried about the weekend away.
Sarah has been extra whiny today also, no doubt she too is feeling the grumpies of the flu shot. I think this might be my last shot to 'prevent' the flu. Today I'll be packing up my belongings and trying to remember the gazillion things I have to do before tomorrow.
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