It seems The Boy and I are destined to feel like crap together on this date, January 9th.
We are both home from work with the flu. But it’s better than being in the hospital after a car accident, like three years ago.
We can never seem to be celebrating us being alive and well together on this anniversary as we’d always like to. But at least we are here and together.
Even if it’s in PJ’s, with fevers and coughs and lots of blankets and tea.