I Should Be at Work

You know that sticky, stretchy yellow glue that manufacturers use to hold products in their boxes? I know where it comes from. My nose has been manufacturing it for three days. I wake every morning feeling fine, but by 11:30 or so I am exhausted. My brain stops working. After church today I tried to draw a straight forward street map for a visitor. I have always been very good at North, South, East and West, but I just couldn't straighten them out in my head. I hope the guy who took my map actually ends up where he thinks he's going. I almost always spend a couple of hours in my classroom every weekend. This year it seems that no matter how long or how hard I work, I cannot catch up. I think it is this cold. It has settled into my chest and even Mucinex is having a heck of a time dislodging it. There is no point in going to work. I went in last Sunday feeling like this and just shuffled papers around on my desk until they were as dizzy as I. Doesn't a nap sound lovely?