Just...come again another day...

*sniff*
*snort*
*cough*

I’m starting 2005 with a bad bout of flu, cough and a slight fever.

In my castle in the sky:
I’m snuggling with an all downs duvet, which smells sweetly of lavender. The chiffon drapes sway gently to the breeze of the night as I doze in and out of my slumber. The maid prepares me a delicious, steaming hot ‘sup kambing’ to reduce my blocked nose. Isya will be playing her Barbie doll quietly and Opi will be reading Harry Potter in his room. Life will be bliss….

But in all hard reality:
I couldn’t even sit down longer than 5 minutes, much less to take a nap! The two kids were down with flu themselves and needed constant attention – some more milk, rub my back, massage my head, where’s the Vicks, where’s the remote, hungry-lah, sakit itu…sakit ini. Then the maid is totally hopeless when it comes to cooking, even when complete direction written for her. So I had to cook dinner, despite having pounding headaches.

And people wonder why I still come to work with blocked nose and a bad cough??

Then again – this is my life.