Is today done yet?

The past 24 hours have been... long. It started yesterday, when Bradley got a pretty gnarly flu bug. He spent most of yesterday sleeping and I spent most of yesterday trying to get fluids into him. (High fever, aches and pains, all the good stuff. Luckily no barfing.)

I decided to sleep on the couch in an effort to not get whatever it was he had. Not to mention that the chills/fever combination made it impossible for him to sleep without tossing and turning.

I'd been asleep for about four hours when two of my students knocked on my door, both of whom were violently ill (either from food poisoning or the flu). One of them was in rough shape, so I eventually went with her to the the urgent care facility.

While at the urgent care facility, one of the (young) nurses thought I was my student's mother. So glad to know that I look old enough to have a 19 year old child. (My sister reassures me that I look my age and that women in their early 20s tend to be a bit clueless about anyone older than, say, 25. I like this theory.)

By the time I got home, I had enough time for a catnap before work.

Work was fine, but then shortly after lunch I took a spectacular fall on the sidewalk and scraped up my hands and knees. (Word to the wise: Don't try to walk while looking at your phone.) Did I mention that I managed to do this in front of a large group of people?

So now I'm way tired, a little bruised, and so so ready for today to be over.