i have a bad cold.  Thursday night i dragged myself home from work,took medicine, and put myself to bed, hoping to feel better in the morning.  Seven am came too fast.  i picked up the phone and called out sick.  Then an amazing thing happened, life went on without me.  Nobody called, texted or emailed me.  i dozed, felt lousy and read.  Oreo laid on the bed with me periodically and i thought I like this!  i like this room and i like not having to care about about how i look or what i have to do.  My bliss was short lived; Oreo had to go to the bathroom and Felix called to say he was bringing me home chicken soup.  i called one of my best friends and she told me to wash my bed clothes so i wasn't laying in the same germs all weekend.  i don't know; i don't have the energy to strip the bed and i like my germs.  They're mine :)