it happens every February...

Every year I tell myself that THIS is the year that I will not get sick in February.  It's not going to happen, I will not succumb.

It never works out that way.

Last week every day was a little more of a battle, but I was sure I was winning.  I was at work every day, I was productive at home, this cold was not going to get the better of me.

Which was all well and good until Sunday afternoon when the stupid cold decided it had had enough of my shenanigans and threw down a knockout punch.

As a consequence, my yesterday was spent entirely in bed, as opposed to at work earning my living.

Stupid cold.