Feeling Icky

Last night I had an awful dream that I missed my flight to England...I thought it was strange because, while I do worry a lot it's usually about things that haven't happened yet.

I woke up with a horrible feeling at the base of my throat and itchy eyes. I couldn't get out of bed.

My plans to visit the library for a few hours before European Politics officially canceled, I laid in bed until I was forced to go to lecture. The first thing I felt as I left the comfort of my cozy home was the stinging of sleet on my face. This continued as I waited for the bus to come, and unfortunately not even my umbrella could successfully battle the harsh wind and snow.

Dinner required another cold walk from Digby to the dining hall and back again. I just got home and I feel beat. I guess all I can do now is drink water and sleep.

Sigh*

Last time I felt sick, during winter break, I had my wonderful parents to cook for me and a cute boy that made me warm tea. I miss that all so much right now.

God willing, this will pass before I leave for London on Friday with the girls.