Figures that if I set a goal for myself to post a picture and blog every day for the month of February I would mess up the second day.  At least I posted something yesterday, right.

Here I sit with a fever, a cough, and an achy body debating if I should go to rehearsal or not.  Feeling sicker with the idea of having to figure out lesson plans for tomorrow when all my books are here.  Ugh.  Sometimes I wish I had a job, that if I missed a day I would just be behind in my work, not responsible for filling the time for a bunch of others.

Did that last sentence even make sense?  I am so ugh.