Sometime during the night, that I Think I'm Getting A Cold feeling morphed into a full fledged Oh Boy I'm Dying feeling.
OK, not literally dying, but I feel pretty bad. I was thisclose to calling in sick this morning and crawling back into bed, but I toughed it out.
Group Leader Fernando asked me if Good Becky or Bad Becky had come to work today. I told neither of them came. Unspeakably Evil Becky is here.
I tell you what, though, if I still feel this bad in the morning, Unspeakably Evil Becky is going to stay in bed.
In other news, my wonderful cousin, whom I absolutely adore, got a little overenthusiastic with the weed killer. Final body count:
nine marigolds, my last Dahlia, and about half of my wildflower bed. The good news is, my zinnias are still strong and healthy.