I think I'm getting sick.

It's getting harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning.

This morning, I dragged myself out in time to be late for work. And still feel my eyelids drooping, my eyeballs dry, my body protesting.

And I think I may be getting a cold sore.

Good times.

This type of thing usually happens when I'm stressed and tired. And to be honest, this week is definitely more busy than last week. Last week, people were still away, using up their extra vacation time. It was quiet and beautiful and relaxed.

I got things accomplished. I loved it.

And now? People just come to my desk and demand things and emails pour in about this imagined emergency or that deadline.

I'm so glad that I managed to get some of those productive, long-term items done when I had the time and peace.