Update

The flight has been postponed indefinitely due to weather on the home front.

Meaning . . . the start of the novel has been delayed due to the fact I came down with the strep.

Awful, I know.

I have been home sick from work every day this week. By the time I return, the babe isn't even going to remember me! It is crazy to me that tonsils can cause someone to be so sick. What are your tonsils there for anyway, and why is it that is where the streptococcus bacteria chooses to reside? If I had continued down the path of medicine perhaps these are answers I would know myself, but alas I don't.

I have spent the last four days watching all the movies in my pitiful movie collection, eating saltines, and drinking orange juice.

I am not even really sick anymore. But as I have been doing nothing, my mind and body are not on the same page. And some reason I am reminded of when I was in high school and would get sick. The first few days suck when you actually feel as though your body is dying. After that though, there is that day or two where you still stay home, but you aren't really sick anymore. Oh those great days where you finally are completely content with the life of nothingness that is merely you and the t.v. But as all good things must come to an end you have to go back to school and you just wish to yourself that you could be sick again. Somehow your mind has completely forgotten the abysmal existence of the first real days of your illness.

For some reason I feel like I am in high school and now that I am better I have to go back to school tomorrow. I have this nervous feeling inside, which is utterly ridiculous I know, but still there nonetheless. Reality is I am going back to a life that is quite similar to the one I am living right now. Television, reading, and relaxation, with an added plus of hanging out with a baby all day long. I suppose that's not such a bad thing to go back to.