Sick.

Exhausted. 

Just want to lay around. 

Coughing. Can't talk. Tight chest. 

Sick.

I don't like this. I just want to rest. But alas. I can sleep when I'm dead. There's work to be done. Cooking. Cleaning. Going to school. More working. It's fun. Can't you tell? At least it's not the flu *knockonwood* as there are many people coming down with it at school. Students and teachers alike. But I refuse to get it. There. Done. It won't happen. Oh. And bad news, it's a strain not protected by the vaccine. Oh well. That's why I don't get it. But that's another story.

So sick. Spending time on the couch. Thank goodness for Netflix and Downton Abbey. I am loving this series. It has sucked me in completely. Of course Lady Maggie Smith is absolutely amazing and makes this show absolutely wonderful. The whole story is just divine. I love being transported back into another day and age. I find myself longing for the more simplistic times. I miss writing letters. I mean, I was never good at it anyway, but I find myself longing to write and then hopefully receive mail. There's just something special about mail.

So I sit here, dreaming of another time, trying to gain strength to cook dinner. I can do this. And in three and a half weeks it will be spring break. Hallelujah. I'm counting down the days. 

For all you fellow Downton Abbey check out this post I found while searching online. Who knew there was this whole Downton Abbey fan world out there!