I’ve been under the weather. And, I’m not a good sick person. You know how some women complain about their husbands that the men are horrible sick people? Well, that’s me in our house. I’m the horrible sick person. I whine. I complain. I cry. I don’t want to be sick! I hate it. I hate not getting stuff done. Having to lay around. Yuck. I could do without all of that.