I’ve fallen into a fog
that fills my head with cotton
and adds sandpaper to my throat.
Bed sounds like such a good idea,
but work requires my presence.
Mentally, I’m home, buried under quilts.
Physically, I supervise workers,
who all wish they were home in bed.
We may lack spirit for spirit week;
but today is pajama day.
awwwwww Have a hug. ❤
You do not want to catch this. Best stay away…
:-S Wish I could!
We rarely get what we want, do we? lol
The light is brighter, as the tunnel’s end approaches. Here, we have 8 1/2 days, until Holiday Break.