So this weekend for the first time in nearly a year I caught a cold. I suspect my sons shared with me. This was a really bad one however. I woke up Sunday and just couldn’t move. I hate colds when it’s beautiful outside. It’s one thing during the winter when it’s cold and gray outside. You don’t mind lying in bed for a morning. But when the sun is shining and it’s glorious outside that is a different thing altogether.
Luckily I survived.
More coming from the “savvy traveler tomorrow” today I am recovering!