12 Things To Do While Home Sick Today

  1. Under bed sheets, pretend you’re a sweaty ghost

  2. Wage sleeping contest against cat

  3. Update cheek swab collection

  4. Pamper yourself—diapers reduce bathroom trips

  5. Practice downhill luge

  6. Use used tissue to line gift boxes

  7. Rack mead to carboy, add half-pint NyQuil®

  8. Be the houseplant

  9. Re-watch World Series, see who wins

  10. Fly snotty hanky flags for benefit of all feverish sentient beings

  11. Munch through bowl of cherry cough drops

  12. Dial random phone numbers, see who else is sick

Comments

Maureen said…
Awwwww... hope you're feeling better soon. I just know those tricky little germs are hiding out and will attack me precicely on December 24th, as they do every year.

Keep well.
December 01, 2007
P.L. Frederick said…
Thanks, Maureen! Maybe I caught that computer virus that's going round? Maybe this year might be the year the flu misses you.

P.L. Frederick (SMALL & big)
December 02, 2007
Sid Leavitt said…
I'd add a 13th: Crawl to your computer (or bring your laptop to bed) and read Small and Big, all the way back to Aug. 15, 2006.
December 02, 2007
Christine Clemmensen said…
*haha* Very funny read. I hope you are feeling better.
(thanks for your comment on my blog:)
/C
December 03, 2007
P.L. Frederick said…
Sid, I like the way you handle a calendar! And think. People, listen to Sid. Hee hee!

P.L. Frederick (SMALL & big)
December 03, 2007
P.L. Frederick said…
Yes I am, Christine. Yay for me! And yer welcome. Any time. You've got some fascinating items posted on your blog. Your post on the old cisterns (http://christineclemmensen.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-cisterns.html)—I cannot imagine what an amazing modern art museum that must be. Wow!

P.L. Frederick (SMALL & big)
December 03, 2007
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