Just call me a big fat liar.
Today I am pretending to be sick.
I set the stage yesterday as I left work,
when I pretended to have a sore throat,
knowing full well that when I woke up in the morning,
my sore throat would have evolved into a pounding head ache,
sore aching muscles, and a low grade fever.
Faking the fever wasn't hard,
cause my family won't come within 10 meters of me when I'm sick.
Which is the whole reason for my charade.
And now I am alone. In a quiet house.
My office manager has been informed I am sick.
She will put out fires today.
My husband will do my in town errands,
and do all the chauffeuring of sports boy.
And I will lay propped up, in the middle of the bed,
with the remote, coffee, my current book and my laptop
all within arms reach.
From my cozy lair, I can see the snow covered yard, and know,
that while the whole rest of the world struggles through "hump day",
I will recharge.