Spoke too Soon (or, Welcome to October)

Last week, I had a really rotten cold that I had to work through because of some pretty damn important client visits and the performances that were necessary. Good enough. I took care of myself and felt good enough that I worked a full day on Friday instead of coming home at noon.

Mistake.

On Saturday, triadruid had said in kindness, "You look tired, honey." I scoffed, said I was fine and carried on with the assorted de-glossing and painting projects I was enjoying so much.

Mistake.

Felt well enough, despite a mild headache and some stuffiness, to go to Faire on Sunday. 'Twas fabulous. Decided to crawl into bed instead of going to Dionysia. Finally -- she gets a clue!
( Fast forward to Monday morning. )