It was another Friday the 13th

I am back. I actually forgot to post yesterday, so this is actually yesterday's intended post.

There must be something in the air on this (that) Friday the 13th of March. I have a fucking head cold. I am pissed off about it. On Wednesday, I had a shitty sleep. I pick up the Lad and he is complaining about not feeling well. The Wife has a similar issue. I am sitting with the two of them wondering if the achy feeling I have is illness or fatigue.

Thursday, it was apparent it was illness. I felt all stuffed up with a hint of achiness. The Lad went to school but if he was not feeling well, he did have those glassy eyes (I think he actually stole the one from either Sandy Duncan or Peter Falk, I am not sure how he did but I would not put it past him), so he went to school, but I was expecting the call to come get him. It did not arrive but he did look a bit pasty when I picked him up in the afternoon.

I did not feel so good yesterday. I am a bit better today. I did have a good night's sleep last night. That is not the funny thing. It is this. I recall that back in 1987, ancient times, we had back to back Friday the 13ths (also February and March). I was sick on both of those days with much that I have now. Go figure.

Back then, I did go out on the Friday but not before a stop at Mayfair and an attempt to clear my head and sweat out my illness in the sauna. I was back there yesterday in the steam hoping for at least some temporary relief, which I received.

I just find that it bookends nicely. Now March Break is upon us and the Lad will be about all this week. He has taken to lounging and I found that I did the same at his age (from about Junior High on I did not mind sleeping in and vegging during the holidays....I would do the same during Reading Week, too).

Well, enjoy the remainder of the weekend, it is supposed to be beautiful around these parts, so I may just take advantage of the mild temperatures and sunny days and enjoy the outdoors. Ciao!