...ain't nobody happy. I'm not sure if he's giving me this look because I'm interrupting his Disney time or if he's just tired of me being sick and grouchy, but it's a look that could kill, ain't it? I just brought the camera upstairs to shoot something and took 4-5 of these from the hip. It's a stark contrast to the happy little boy in the photo over his right shoulder.

I made it to work Monday and Tuesday, and felt pretty good Tuesday and early Tuesday night, but it came back to bite me later that night into Wednesday morning. Fever, chills, fever, chills. Called in to take a vacation day today. I just felt like I needed to sleep more. I had a bottle of water and a english muffin with peanut butter. I'm going back to bed for a few hours. I hope I runs it's course soon.