I always seem to get sick the first or second week of school. Always. So it isn't any surprise that I got spectacularly sick this weekend. Totally confined to my bed by Saturday afternoon.
I think Joel must have somehow conveyed to the people at church that I am dying or something, because so many people have called and dropped treats and dinner by or offered to take the kids. I'm so blessed to have good friends in my life. Thank you wonderful friends!
And since I've already been whining for a while, I'll just leave it at that and go back to bed.
(Lest you worry about me too much, I am on the upswing and I was well enough to teach all day today. That is, if you consider being so congested that my ears may explode being "well." And if you consider a practically deaf person whose ears may explode at any time to be any sort of a good singing teacher.)