Sometimes it is perfectly acceptable to hide. Put a blanket on your head, and hide.
I've come home with a case of the aches.
Either I REALLY "worked it out" at step aerobics ( gurrrrl, I can work some "step-touch now) or the flu is whispering my name.
I wish I was crafting. I wish I was DIY'ing.
Tonight it's me and the blanket.
And a Robitussin induced coma.