Sick

Wheeee, a cold. Gabe got me. It’s been a while since I’ve really had one, or at least one that’s been more than a vague sense of “not well” that lasted more than a day, so I suppose my luck ran out. Nice timing. When not medicated, as I currently am, my throat is sore, my nose is stuffy, and my head hurts. At present, all I am is what feels like a zombie.

I opted to sleep in this morning and do my run while Gabe was in school instead of pre-dawn. Yes, I probably could have chosen to skip it entirely, but I follow the rule that when an illness is “above the neck,” a run isn’t a bad thing, and this one is confined to my head. The purpose of the run morphed into “just get the miles in the legs,” and that’s what I did. Interestingly, running downtown in the mid-morning, I saw many, many runners out and about! Felt like we were all gearing up for a race or something. I actually do wonder how many of them were preparing for Chicago or Lakefront.

Anyway, I’m exhausted. Might try to catch a little nap before I have to go get Gabe. We’ve got church tonight, and while I really don’t feel up to singing, Eric and I need to be at practice; plus, the boys are ready for another week of Bible Blast. Gabe is hysterical, trying to study all the information; his interpretations are wild and more than a little irreverent. (This morning, he asked if they had street signs in the desert for the camels, and when I said they didn’t, he said, “Wait a minute! I thought Jesus could just say, ‘Let there be’ something, and it was there! Why didn’t he make roads and signs?!” ) In our second week of studying, we’re up to Isaac and Ishmael, or thereabouts, and he’s getting impatient. A few days ago, he interrupted me with something that had apparently been bothering him: “Is Jesus even in this Bible?!” Priorities: he has them.