The Magic Eight Ball told me yesterday that the day was not going to be one of the better ones, and oh man*, was it right!

First I went out to find that my car had been broken into. Fortunately(?) my stuff is old and nothing appears to have been taken. (What? They didn't want my headphone-to-cassette-player-interface?) I'm not sure whether the fact that it is a stick shift has anything to do with it not being stolen. There is a chance that I inadvertently left it open and it was just a kid walking along checking car doors, I suppose, since there was no damage to any of the exterior locks. So, they threw the stuff from the glove box all over that car, and left both doors ajar, and that was that. The door handle on the driver's side was ripped off (? Why? Makes no sense...) but that was the worst of it. I had to head on into work, so didn't take time to make a police report. That could wait until the afternoon, right?

Except that by the end of the day, I had no voice and was definitely not up to calling anyone. I took my temperature when I got home and it was over 102 deg. I really had a hard time believing that, so I took it at least twice more. I was in a 2nd grade classroom all last week and on Friday, I made the mistake of starting an apple last week, and not finishing it before all the kids came back in from recess. It got to collect all the germs that are present in a 2nd grade class for the rest of the afternoon. At the end of the day, I looked at it and decided that I certainly needed to wash it before finishing it. Guess that wasn't enough. ;-) I felt a cold coming on all weekend, and I guess yesterday was the last straw.

So, picking up the pieces, I cancelled today's job last night, and went to bed early. The fever has definitely come down, although there's still a remnant. I'll spend most of today sleeping, I guess, since my morning coffee hasn't helped revive me at all. If the car doesn't get called in until tomorrow, that's fine too; the only reason to report it would be if there is something similar going on in the rest of the neighborhood. I've got a job in the afternoon for both tomorrow and Friday, in the same 2nd grade classroom as last week. I should be fine by then, but you can be sure I won't be leaving any half eaten apples around for kids to breath on!

* I'm dating myself right here. Current vernacular has replace that phrase with, "oh, dude!" but that just doesn't sound right to my ear yet. Even though, when you look at the two phrases, they are really exactly the same thing.

Postscript:
I hadn't realized how hard that flu hit me. It wasn't until the end of March that I started feeling myself again, not to mention, until I started getting caught up with everything that had been impacted.