Today was one of those days when if I’d had the option of staying in bed, I might have taken it.  Sometime on New Year’s Eve I started to feel a little off — really hot and then really cold and very tired (although the tired part is sort of par for the course for me).

Yesterday, the congestion began.

And this morning — full-on death.

I’m not a good sick person.  I shuffle around and make low noises that — really, don’t do anything, but I guess help anyone near me to know that I don’t.feel.well.  Sadly, the man has also been under the weather and someone (ahem, Lucy) ate the remainder of the wonderful Italian nut roll that was wrapped in aluminum foil on the counter.

I did not know it was possible to do a grocery shop at Walgreens, but that’s what it came down to today.  Dressed in the comfiest of comfy clothing, we somehow managed to get NyQuil and Alka Seltzer Cold & Flu, soup, milk, orange juice, saltines and Airborne gummy chews.  Because after the whirlwind of the holidays, we realized that we had eggs in our fridge … and that was it.  So we had some scrambled eggs for breakfast but knew we’d have to leave our den of disease at some point.

I think it’s kind of funny to begin the year in such a state.  Things can only get better from here, right?  But it’s also funny to think of all the resolutions, all the ‘changes’ I wanted to begin at the start of 2015 — but when you’re sick, none of that matters.  Hot food matters.  Comfortable clothing matters.  Blankets and TV and glasses matter.  It makes me smile.

At some point I am going to be motivated enough to begin my smoothie regime again.  I will feel energetic enough to climb in the car and drive over to the gym to swim laps.  I will feel awake enough to finish cleaning out the drawers in the kitchen and putting together a pile of clothing for donation.

That day — it’s not today.  Today, John and I will be slurping creamy tomato basil soup and falling asleep in a NyQuil coma before 10pm.  But maybe that day will be tomorrow ….